Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“We should carry a glucose monitor with us.”
Harper’s eyes narrow on me. “Don’t ruin this for me, Dr. Blackwell.”
Holding my hands up in surrender, I take a bite of my eggs. “No judgment.”
“Liar. You’re totally judging me.” She shoves a soggy bite in her mouth and sighs with joy. “Oh God. So good. Want a bite?”
I grin, enjoying the fuck out of her. “No.”
“Good, more for me.” She takes another bite and does a little dance in the booth.
Kay’s Diner is a traditional 1950s soda fountain diner with black-and-white checked floors, white-topped tables, and red-vinyl-covered seats. The walls are covered in classic rock & roll memorabilia, and the jukebox currently plays an old Elvis song.
It’s casual and sweet, and I love that this is where she wanted to come to dinner.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I tip up an eyebrow and munch on some bacon. God, why is bacon so fucking good? “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like I did something funny.”
“You’re just adorable, and I can’t get enough of you.”
She blinks at me and then stuffs another huge, soggy bite of pancakes in her mouth. “Am I funny, Dr. Blackwell?”
I chuckle, then switch to her side of the booth, crowding her so I can whisper in her ear.
“You’re fucking everything, sugar. I didn’t know that eating pancakes turned me on so much, but all I can think about is drizzling that syrup on your tits and licking it off.”
“I knew you had a sweet tooth.”
I nibble on her earlobe, and she sucks in a breath. “Yeah, for you. Because you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. I want to spread you wide open and devour you.”
She turns her head, and her nose bumps mine. I’m so close to her. “Let’s go home, okay?”
Home.
Yeah, I fucking love the sound of that.
“Finish your pancakes, baby.” I run my hand down her hair and kiss her temple. “And then we’ll go home.”
“I’m good.” She wipes her mouth with her napkin and flags down the server. “Check, please.”
“I’ll bring it right over. Was everything okay?”
“Delicious,” Harper confirms and rests her hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.
When the server leaves, I plant my lips by her ear again. “Are you that greedy for my cock, sugar?”
“It’s been a week, Blake. Throw a girl a bone. Pun intended.”
I bark out a laugh just as the server arrives with the check, and I pass her my card.
Within minutes, we’re headed out to the car.
“Buckle in, sweetheart.”
“No way. Drive. I’m going to—”
“You’re going to buckle your fucking belt, Harper.” I pin her in my gaze. “I had two car accidents in my ER today, and one didn’t end well.”
She blinks and frowns. “You didn’t tell me about that when I asked earlier.”
“I’m telling you now. Please, buckle your seat belt.”
She follows the command, and as I pull onto the highway toward the edge of town to my neighborhood, I feel her hot gaze on me.
“Baby—”
“No, don’t baby me. You watched me fall apart twice in the past twenty-four hours, all because of the job. I asked you specifically how your day was, and you brushed me off because otherwise, you would have told me that you had a rough day today. This isn’t a one-sided relationship, Blake, where you console me, but I don’t have any idea what you’re dealing with. That’s not fair, and it’s not healthy.”
“You’ve had a lot going on, Harper.”
“Apparently, I’m not the only one.”
I pull into the garage, and before I can turn to face her, Harper is out of the car and headed into the house.
My girl is good and pissed off.
Following her into the house, I hear my front door slam shut.
“Where the fuck is she going?”
No.
She’s not running away from me. Not today or any other day.
Christ, my heart can’t handle this.
I run out to the porch and see Harper toss her bag in her car, and I get there in time to pull it back out again.
“Put that back. I’m leaving.”
“No, you’re not.”
She lifts her chin and glares at me. Glares at me. Those gray eyes shoot daggers at me. But there’s hurt there, too, and that almost brings me to my knees.
She’s never looked at me like this before, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she never looks at me like this again. My heart can’t take it.
“Obviously, we’re in two very different relationships, Blake, and I don’t want—”
Without another word, I pick her up, push the car door closed with my foot, and carry her back inside. I set her on the kitchen island.
“We’re going to talk this out.”
“I’m going to yell this out.”
“Great. I’m standing right here. Yell at me, but you won’t fucking leave.”
She swallows and pushes me away so I’m not touching her, and that’s a direct arrow to the chest.