My clit pulses at the thought, but I sass, “I’m already naked, Lo,” and he chuckles as he lifts his head from my nipple and cups my cheek while keeping one hand under my ass.
“I’ve fucking missed you, Jas,” he whispers and my eyes tear up as I choke, “I love you, Logan,” and he nods before pressing his lips against mine and returning, “I love you too, buttercup,” then kisses me hard and I get lost in him, regretting not giving him the benefit of the doubt all those years ago and I swear, I’ll make sure he never regrets taking me back when I didn’t deserve to be brought back.
I’m going to spend forever with this man, I just have to make sure I can get him to forgive me.
Chapter 24
Tank – A Week Later
“Okay, Mrs. Janny, you’ll need to stay off your feet for at least a few days before slowly putting weight back on your foot. It can take up to six weeks for your foot to heal, so just try and take it easy,” I say to the thirty-year-old woman who keeps eyeing me up while her partner glares my way like I’m the problem to his wife eyeing me up.
She came in screeching, claiming she broke her foot an hour ago, while her husband looked pissed off and ready to leave her ass.
She fell off a small step, well apparently claimed she was pushed by some guy who was standing too close to her, though the hickey on her neck that her husband keeps looking at is telling a different story.
It’s the typical, the husband comes home early, who works too much, and the wife found a toyboy, a little like Lyndsey. Only this woman nearly got caught and twisted her ankle when shoving the other guy out, and now, every flirty look she gives any man that walks in here is the enemy to this man which is just pathetic, I mean, geez, have some fucking dignity.
“Are you sure it isn’t broken, Dr…” the woman says with a husk as her voice trails off, and I roll back on my stool before standing and throwing my gloves in the trash can.
“Levine,” I reply, “and yes, I’m sure, your X-ray came back clean. The swelling should go down in a few days. Ice it and elevate it.”
I look at her to see her nodding as she side-eyes her husband before she clears her throat and asks, “So uh, how does uh, Mrs. Levine like you working in a hospital, Doctor?”
I try not to fucking laugh. The woman wants his attention, that is for sure.
Her husband growls, “Tilly!” but I just shake my head and admit, “There isn’t a Mrs. Levine, not yet anyway,” and after side-eyeing her husband yet again, she sits up straighter all bright and cheery while her husband's face goes bright red at her reaction.
Oh yeah, she’s after his attention alright.
I smirk and let the guy off the hook and mention, “My girl is very stubborn, so I just have to convince her to marry me before we have another baby.”
Tilly clears her throat and says, “Another baby, you a daddy, Dr. Levine?”
I smile softly at the thought of Aisling, and her husband physically relaxes as I explain, “I am, to a perfect five-year-old little girl who looks just like me, but has her mama’s attitude, and I think another one would be perfect or two maybe.”
And I mean every fucking word because despite everything, Jasmine is my forever.
I nod to her foot and remind her, “Stay off your foot and have your man cater to your every need,” before I give her husband a brow raise as I move my eyes to his wife and he sighs in understanding but nods.
He’s got to make some changes. Either stay home for a while or continue working and find her in bed with several other men.
Shaking my head at the look she gives her husband, one of wonder and maybe hope, I walk out of the room, only to pause, seeing Doc walking my way.
“Hey brother,” he says, and I furrow my brows as I walk over to the nurse's desk and say, “I thought you weren’t working today?”
“I’m not,” he says as he clears his throat and looks around the busy ER, most likely hoping no one will recognize him.
“Then why are you here?” I ask as I place Mrs. Janny’s notes on the desk, Nell instantly sitting up straighter, noticing me on the other end, and I try not to roll my eyes as I state, “Room one can go home.”
She nods, her eyes eating me up as she grabs the chart, but I ignore her and look at Doc to see him glaring at Nell.
“Asher,” I say, and he gives Nell one more hard glare before looking at me, and I raise a brow, “Why are you here if you’re not on shift? Shouldn’t you be making sure Brit doesn’t steal anymore animals from work?”
He winces, most likely remembering, Socks, the cat she brought home from work on the day he surprised her with a wedding, Socks, bearing in mind, that hates Angel, the first cat that she stole and tried hiding from her step-father Shadow right before she met Doc, and don’t get me fucking started on the dog.
“She promised she wouldn’t for a little while,” he says, just not with much conviction, and I chuckle, and he sighs, “Fucking woman will be the death of me,” and I don’t refute his words.
I mean, right now, he should be happy Brit is pregnant with a boy, something she announced at their surprise wedding because add Bailey into the mix, who is exactly like her mama, Doc is fucked, though I can’t say a lot because look at my girls.
