Page 208 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

“What do you want, Henley? Why are you here?”

He exhales heavily. “I don’t know.”

Wrong answer.

I can’t fix this for him. I’m not giving up what I want so that he gets what he wants.

I deserve better than to be his booty call, and he knows it.

“Look, I have to work in the morning.” I walk to the door and open it. “I’ll see you later.”

He pauses, and I get the feeling he wants to say something else . . . but he doesn’t.

“Goodbye, Juliet.” He brushes past me and walks out.

I roll my eyes and close the door behind him. Stop fucking with my head.

“How are we feeling today, Mrs. Potter?” I smile as I take her blood pressure on my morning rounds.

“Okay, I guess. I would be a lot better without that racket.” She gestures to the woman in the bed opposite her. The woman is asleep and snoring like a Mack truck.

“Now, now, be nice, Mrs. Potter.” I readjust her bed and fill out her chart.

Tom puts his head around the door. “Delivery just arrived at the nurses’ station for you, Jules.”

I glance up. “What kind of delivery?”

“The romantic kind.” He winks and disappears.

“Oh.” I hunch my shoulders up in excitement. “Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Potter.”

“I need some peace and quiet.”

“Let her sleep a little longer, please.” I make my way down to the nurses’ station and see the biggest bunch of red roses I have ever seen.

“Somebody is sucking up big time,” Rosemary says.

I smile goofily. “And so he should.”

I open the envelope and smile as I read the card.

Can’t wait to see you on Saturday.

Joel.

Oh . . .

They’re not from Henley . . .

“What’s wrong?” Rosemary asks.

“Nothing.” I fake a smile and stuff the card into my pocket.

Wrong man.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” I exhale heavily . . . jeez.

I take out my phone and text Joel.

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