A giggle slips from her mouth, making my cock twitch in my pants. “Fuck. Him.”
I nod and stand up, watching as she does the same. “Lock up behind me.”
Confused, she asks, “You’re leaving?”
“Yep. My brother will be here in a few minutes to pick me up. My truck is parked on the street, so it shouldn’t be in your way. I’ll grab it tomorrow night after work, if that’s all right.”
She looks even more confused. “How will you pick it up?”
“I’ll have someone drop me off.”
Nodding, she follows me to the front door. “Thank you for dinner,” I tell her, pulling open the door.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for the tequila. Do you want to take the bottle with you?”
“No, I’ll leave it here. You never know when we’re gonna need some liquid truth serum again,” I state with a wink.
Smiling, she steps up to the door as I exit her house. “Thank you for the company.”
“I’m always available to keep you company, Oaklee,” I say. “All you have to do is call.”
The ball is in her court.
Again, she nods just as my twin’s vehicle pulls up to the curb and parks behind my truck. “That’s my ride. Lock up behind me.”
“I will.”
“Sleep tight, sweet Oaklee.”
“Thanks to the tequila, I think I’ll sleep like a baby,” she informs me with a little giggle.
“See ya soon,” I say, and without waiting for her to reply, I head for my brother’s truck, hands shoved in my pockets. I don’t look back, even though I want to. I mean what I said. The ball is in her court. What happens next is her decision, and whatever that is, I’ll honor it.
Even though I’m really good at dropping little nuggets of persuasion…
Ideas are already forming as I climb into the truck cab and close the door.
I’m smiling from ear to ear as he backs up and pulls away from the curb. “So…Oaklee…”
I lean my head back, visions of the beautiful nurse filling my mind. “Yeah…Oaklee.”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Oaklee
“Good morning,” I say as I enter the back doorway of the clinic.
“Hey, morning,” Allison sings, sipping a cup of something iced from the coffee shop down the block. If I had to guess, it’s an iced mocha coffee with extra cream and caramel cold foam, one of the many delicious drinks I like to get when I need a little kick of caffeine to start my day.
The moment I spot her drink, I wish I would have given myself an extra few minutes to go down and secure my own. You’d think consuming a bit of tequila last night would have helped me sleep, but it didn’t. In fact, it seemed to have the exact opposite effect. I was up half the night, replaying over and over again every second with Cade. In fact, I picked up my phone twice to send him a text, but every time I’d start the message, I’d delete the few words I’d started with and set the phone back on the charger.
“You look tired,” Allison says as I hang my purse on a hook behind the door in the nurses’ station.
“Didn’t sleep well,” I tell her, taking another look at her drink with longing.
“You should have texted me, and I would have picked you up one,” she says, obviously catching the fact I’m practically drooling just by looking at her coffee.
