Page 35 of Be the Full Problem


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She snuggled close, and for the first time since we’d gone our separate ways over two hours ago, I felt my heartbeat slow.

Everything was right in my world.

I wasn’t awake when she slipped out of the bed, but I was awake by the time the door closed behind her.

I glanced at the clock next to the bed and saw it was six-fifteen in the morning.

I smiled.

I hadn’t had that kind of rest in a long time.

Sadly, with my alarm clock about to go off, I decided to beat it.

Shutting it off, I headed to the en suite bathroom and turned the shower on full blast.

I stretched my arms up high over my head, then used the bathroom, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth.

By the time I was done, the shower was pumping out steam.

Stepping inside, I let the water saturate my hair and body before reaching out and getting a pump of the salon-grade shampoo that I always kept on hand for when Nettie finally came.

Since she didn’t use it all that much, I’d taken to using it, just on the off chance that she might come.

I wasn’t super fond of smelling like a fruit orchard, but the alternative was having eighty dollars’ worth of hair product just sit there.

When I was done in the shower, I got ready for work.

Jeans, long-sleeved henley, and thick socks.

Today, I’d be at the vet practice performing surgeries all morning.

Walking out of my bedroom in my socked feet, I headed to the coffee pot and turned it on.

I didn’t have one of those fancy-ass coffee machines.

Nope, I used a Mr. Coffee one that I’d taken from my dad when I first moved into my own place.

It made ten cups of coffee, and I usually went through three-quarters of them by mid-morning.

To say that I was addicted to the stuff would be an understatement.

By the time I was ready for work with my coffee in hand, Nettie still hadn’t emerged from her room.

I walked toward her door and pushed it open, finding her sitting up in bed staring morosely at the comforter.

“Hey,” I said quietly.

She jerked her head up, face lighting when she spotted me standing there.

I didn’t miss the way she lazily trailed her gaze up the length of my body.

I kept in shape. I knew that she appreciated the shape I kept.

“Do you want to come to work with me?”

She blinked.

Then her face cleared. “Yeah.”