Page 73 of Shaken

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“Nah...” He stands and cracks his neck. “I gotta fix this one on my own. But hey. Don’t forget to take your own advice, okay?”

“I’m working on it.”

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I’ve just gotten home and climbed out of the shower after a really long night at the bar, when my phone chimes with an incoming text.

Then another.

Before I can get across the room to check it, it’s ringing.

I grab it and check the screen. “Jace? What’s up?”

“Sawyer... I need help.”

WREN

In true full moon fashion, I delivered triplets, twins, two preterm babies, and one chubby, hairy little boy to a mother who’d been laboring for over twenty-four hours. It was a long night. I contemplated just sleeping in the on-call room, but lucky for me, it’s past midnight, which means I’m no longer on-call.

Thank you , sweet baby Jesus. I get to sleep in my own bed.

I contemplate calling Sawyer for a hot minute after I get in the car but decide to wait and text him when I get home instead. Then I giggle to myself. At least he won’t have to sit outside my door, wondering when I got home this time.

It’s not like we don’t both work fucked up hours. If this whole non-enemies thing is going to have any chance at working, I guess understanding each other’s crazy hours will help.

I probably have to stop thinking of us that way.

But it’s actually kind of fun.

A smile pulls at my lips when I think about the way my ovaries self-detonated, seeing him hold Maddie and Hudson’s baby girl earlier.

Obviously, I’m a baby person. I bring them into the world every day. What a woman’s body is capable of doing will never cease to amaze me. And the fact that I get to be a part of that is the highlight of my day, every single day I work.

My ovaries do not explode.

I delivered celebrity babies at my old hospital in California. I’m talking full-on Oscar-winning parents. I’ve seen some of the most beautiful people in the world holding their new babies. None of them ever had me feeling so much as a twinge. But seeing Sawyer Kingston holding his niece—game over. Pretty sure any hope I had of trying to convince myself I’m not already head over heels for this man went right out the window because I realized something in that room.

I want to have his babies.

Why?

Because I’m in love with Sawyer.

Goddammit. That means he was right. We aren’t enemies.

Hopefully, this doesn’t mean the arguing has to stop though.

Because I really enjoy the angry sex.

Yup. I’m going to text that man when I get home. Maybe he can come over, once he’s home, and we can hide from this disgusting ice storm together.

It’s been a really long day.

Actually, it’s after midnight, so it’s finally over.

Maybe Mom’s got the right idea. More doctors in the practice means I can change the way we rotate the on-call shifts. And right now, that sounds like music to my ears.

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