She launches off the couch so fastI nearly lose my balance.
“Say no more. I’ve been summoned.” She’s halfway to the bedroom when she spins around. “Wait. Is this some kind of test?”
I shake my head. “You said you’re high maintenance.”
Her eyes narrow.
“Then let’s keep you maintained.”
Her brows shoot up. “You want to buy me shoes?”
“Yes.”
“I can buy my own shoes.”
“I know that.” I push off the couch and step toward her. “ButIwould like to buy you shoes.”
She just stares at me. Then she shakes her head, lips twitching. “Get dressed, Doc. You don’t know what you’ve brought on yourself.”
Oh, I have a feeling I do.
Ten minutes later, she’s ready to go.
As I grab my keys, she slips her hand into mine. I look down at our fingers intertwined. That feeling in my chest tightens again.
She glances up at me. “What?”
“Nothing.”
I lean down and kiss her once.
Her hand curls into my shirt.
When I pull back, she looks slightly dazed.
“Shoes first,” she says, clearing her throat. “Then we’ll discuss dinner.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She smirks. “Don’t start.”
High maintenance.
Right.
If this is maintenance, I’ll happily sign up for the lifetime warranty.
The thought is out before I can stop it.
Fuck.
Thirty-Nine
Madison
I should have warmed him up. That’s what I should have done.
You don’t just take a man like Dr. Beckett Lawson and drop him directly into a Saturday afternoon shoe shop with a sale sign in the window.
