“I can’t see anything,” I whined, holding my hands out in front of me, trying to feel around to make sure I wasn’t about to walk into a wall.
“That’s the point, baby,” my husband murmured in my ear before kissing the crook of my neck from behind me.
I tried desperately to ignore the shiver that ran through me, still annoyed by the silk scarf tied around my eyes, obstructing my view of the world around me.
“You did agree to this,” he reminded me.
I frowned. “I know but I don’t like this. Where are we? Where are we going?”
His deep chuckle caused my frown to deepen. “Just a few more steps.”
I heard the distinct sound of a door being pushed open and then we were inside somewhere. But it was quiet, too quiet. I turned and angled my head but it was no use, I couldn’t hear anything distinctive around me to clue me in on where we were. And of course, I still couldn’t see.
“Just a couple more steps.”
I let Jacob guide me a few more feet into the room or building. The heeled booties I wore sounded against a hardwood floor.
“Okay,” he finally stated, holding me in place. From behind me he reached around and slowly lifted the scarf from my eyes.
I blinked a couple of times to let my vision clear, and then slowly looked around the huge, empty room. As I’d assumed, the floors were a shiny hardwood, the walls were a light blue color that I really liked, and off to the right I could see a long hallway that led to more rooms.
“Those’ll be the exam rooms, my office, your office, and the manager’s office, once we hire one. I’ll also have the room completed for in-patient procedures within six months of our opening.”
I blinked and turned to Jacob, whose grey eyes settled on me. He was reading me, to see if I was taking in what he just explained.
“Are you serious?” A smile crested on my face.
He nodded, grinning that damn smile that always caused my stomach to flip flop.
“You’re opening your own practice? This is your space?”
“No, baby, this isourspace.Ourpractice. Because I’m going to need a nurse anesthetist to help me.”
I frowned. “Babe, I still have like thirty months to go to complete my degree.”
He shrugged, his eyes sparkling. “I’m not going anywhere.” He pulled me to him by the flowy top I wore, bringing his hands around my waist. “And neither are you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
I turned my head up to meet his lips. The kiss lasted longer than expected, as it often did.
Giggling, I pulled away when Jacob’s hand moved to my backside, cupping it. “Not in our new office.”
“What the hell do you think I brought you here for?” he growled, pulling me to him again.
“No!” I giggled. “You have to show me around.”
He sighed and pulled back. “I guess you’re right.” Taking my hand into his, he began the tour of the rest of the space.
“Our offices will be right next to each other. You can come in here and study during your down time. I will keep my privileges at Memorial, of course, for when I need to operate there.”
I nodded, stroking his arm up and down as I listened to Jacob describe all the features he planned to have in our private practice. He’d been able to afford the down payment on this space with the money that came as a result of him selling his condo. He’d moved into my home a few weeks before we were married.
“I love you,” I finally stated after watching his profile for a few minutes.
He paused his explanation, turning to me, inching closer with that prowling gleam in his eyes.
My heart rate sped up.
“How has it only been two months since I made you mine?” he questioned, wrapping his arms around me.
