Page 87 of Doctor I Do

It was just a game to me, and I thought after we got married, she’d get her inheritance and move out. I don’t want that now.

But what if she still wants to leave and move out? Doesn’t want me or a relationship?

I shrug. “I don’t know. We’ll probably talk about that after the wedding.”

“But you like her?” Mike asks, rubbing his brow, looking at the girls across the room. All dancing and having fun.

“I don’t want her to move out,” I confess.

“And are you in a relationship for real now?” he asks.

“I think so…At least, to me, we are. We’re going to Mom’s tomorrow for dinner as a couple. So, fuck, I hope so.” I laugh, but it’s without humor.

I need to find out tonight.

“This is why you’re single,” a familiar voice booms behind me.

I turn and do a double take. Not believing who it is.

It’s Doctor Damien Gray.

“You came!” I light up. Happy to see my friend out…in the first time in years.

“I’m regretting listening to you two,” he grumbles.

Mike throws back his drink and drains it. “Bullshit. Look at the place. It’s a vibe. You don’t even have to find a woman. Just come here and relax after work for a few drinks with friends and unwind.”

“Kid, remember?” Damien grumbles.

“Oh, we remember,” Mike says, being a smartass before grabbing another round for us all.

I don’t have kids, so I don’t want to get involved, but Mike is on the same level playing field.

“You have a wife and newborn. Let’s see how long it lasts,” he says as he takes the glass Mike offers.

“Not every woman is your ex-wife,” Mike adds, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I guess not,” Damien says through gritted teeth.

My eyes follow Tahlia and her group onto the dance floor. She’s totally lost in the beats of the song and gaining male attention. The sash is adding more eyes to her instead of scaring them away. It’s like a magnet to say one last hurrah.

Not a fucking chance. Before I watch any guy touch her, and allow for the potential for me to lose my shit, I start walking. “I’d love to stay here, but I have to go see my fiancée.”

“You can’t,” Damien says, trying to stop me.

“When you have a fiancée—” The words die on my lips.

“I’ve had one,” he says with venom, wiping his jaw.

“Well, I want Tahlia, and I’m not following any rules.”

Mike’s voice chuckles. “You can’t leave your own party.”

My feet stop moving. I rub the back of my neck, thinking of how I can be in two places at once.

“I’ll go dance for one song,” I say with a smug grin, knowing I figured out the best of both worlds.

“I’ll do the same,” Mike adds.

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