Page 42 of Doctor Daddy

I followed her into the kitchen.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She spoke through clenched teeth. “Angela doesn’t know who you are. If you know what I mean?”

“Are you serious? You’ve been using her as a cover-up, and she doesn’t even know?”

Monic put a cold beer in my hand. “She knows enough, but not the details.”

“Meet me tonight?” I reached out to touch her, but she evaded me.

“That’s a bad idea and you know it.” Her words were sharp and clipped.

“Can we have a minute together?” I asked.

“Oh, there you are, Mark. I’ve been looking all over for you.” The thick drawl of Karen’s friend Mimi rang through the kitchen.

Brooke flinched. “Looks like the answer you’re looking for is a no.”

Mimi came up to us and put her hand on my shoulder. “No, what? Oh, hand me one of those Diet Cokes, will ya hun?”

“No, I don’t think it’s going to rain,” Brooke said in the flattest deadpan voice I had ever heard. The weather had been perfect, and it was obviously not going to rain. But what else was she going to say when Mimi butted in?

Brooke handed her a can. Without another word she carried her drinks back out to the patio. I wanted to follow. But Mimi had me in her grips as it were.

“We’re headed out on the boat. You need to hurry. Don’t keep me waiting.”

She gave me an assessing up and down look, followed by what I assumed was a knowing smirk. She wasn’t an unattractive woman. And it was possible that a year earlier I may have even considered her my type. Mimi was divorced and had a shared custody of two teenagers. None of these things were strikes against her. But she wasn’t Brooke. She didn’t have soft curves or a smile that could light up my cock.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

I stared at Brooke with longing in my chest as I crossed from the house out to the dock.

“Oh good, we thought we lost you, Mark,” Karen said as I climbed aboard the boat.

I found a place to sit along the side. Mimi stepped over and sat next to me. As we cast off and Peyton guided the boat out into the water, Mimi braced herself against me with a louder than necessary giggle.

Inwardly I cringed. Had Brooke been watching?

I had to fake it for my hosts, but I also didn’t want Mimi to think I was doing anything more than being polite. Howard was right there, and available. The Millers were also up for the weekend, but they were another happily married couple, just like Peyton and Karen.

The afternoon on the boat dragged out. By the time we came back, everyone was tired and cranky and pretending they were still having a good time.

“Mark, you want to help me fire up the grill?” Peyton asked.

“Sure, I’ll grab us some beers.”

“I need one.”

“Same,” Howard said.

Karen and Mimi had already made a beeline for the kitchen. I assumed they were doing whatever meal prep was needed while us men got the fire going.

I took a detour into the house. I hoped to catch Brooke, if for nothing more than to share a glance or sneak a touch of our hands. This weekend had been nothing but pure torture so far.

Not seeing Brooke, I made my way to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face before heading to the kitchen to grab the beer.

As soon as I heard Brooke’s voice, I stopped in the hall to listen. “What do you mean you’re leaving? It’s so early. You just got here,” Karen said.

“The internet connection here is spotty. And we’re just in the way. You know I didn’t really think you had us up here to be your free wait staff.”

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