Close to You
“No,” Mia replies, rolling her eyes. “I know you don’t like to hear this, but I’m not a virgin. I do have sex. Not as often as I’d like, but it does happen.”
“I’m not going to pay more for dairy just because you boned the dairy guy and don’t want to deal with him,” I say firmly. “You’re an adult. You can deal with it.”
“He’s the one being difficult,” she says. “He wasn’t late before.”
“Maybe he’s trying to get your attention,” Landon suggests. “If you have to talk to him about his tardiness, you have to deal with him.”
“I don’t have to deal with him,” she says, just as stubborn as I am. “I can just send him an e-mail telling him I’m firing him.”
“No firing him until we find someone else for the same price.” I sigh and shift in the bed. “When is the doctor coming in?”
“What’s your doctor’s name again?” Mia asks. We are waiting, impatiently, for him to come in and discharge me so I can go home. I’m still sore, but I will be for a while. I just want to get home and recover there.
“I keep forgetting,” I reply, and look over at Landon, who is boxing up flowers that arrived this morning. “What’s his name?”
“Dr. Holmes,” the man himself says when he walks in the room and smiles. “You look better this morning.”
“I feel a little better.” He pulls my chart up on his laptop and sits next to me. In the light of day, without powerful pain meds to fog up my brain, I can see that Dr. Holmes is a hottie. I glance up at Mia and wiggle my eyebrows.
“Your blood pressure is great. All of your labs came back normal this morning, and your hormone levels are decreasing like they should.” He glances up at me and offers me a smile, and if I wasn’t already engaged to the hottest man in the universe, I might melt just a little. “So I hear you want to go home.”
Suddenly the flash on Mia’s phone goes off, blinding all of us.
“What the hell is wrong with this shitty phone?” she says, but she’s blushing. She was trying to get an incognito photo of Dr. Hottie.
Landon just glares at her, and I have to cover my giggle with a cough. Dr. Hottie just keeps talking, like this happens to him every day.
Because it probably does. If any doctor were to get selfie requests, it would be this one.
“I think we can let you go home, but I want you to follow up with your primary doctor in a couple of days.”
“I can do that.”
“Okay, I’ll get your paperwork finished up and a nurse will be in shortly with your prescriptions and some instructions, and we’ll get you out of here.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He nods, shakes Landon’s hand, and winks at Mia on his way out.
“What in the hell was that?” Landon demands as Mia and I bust out in laughter.
“I’d texted Kat and told her that Cami’s doctor was the sexiest doctor I’d ever seen and she dared me to sneak a picture and send it to her. But I forgot to turn the flash off.”
“Seriously?” Landon says.
“Oh, come on.” I jump in to Mia’s defense. “Kat dared her.”
“If she dared you to jump off a bridge, would you do that too?”
“Possibly. Depends on the circumstances,” Mia says with a sassy smile. “Like you’ve ever passed up a dare in your life, brother.”
“I didn’t flash my camera in the doctor’s face.”
“That doctor has seen your fiancée naked,” she reminds him.
“Yeah, he’s lucky I didn’t punch him,” Landon says, and kisses my forehead. “Are you ready to go home?”
“So ready.” I nod and scoot over so he can join me on the bed. “Snuggle me.”
“That bed is kind of small for snuggling,” Mia says, then rolls her eyes when Landon complies. He cuddles me close and kisses my cheek. “You guys are disgusting.”
“You need a man to cuddle,” I say, and laugh when she shakes her head.
“I don’t need to cuddle.”
“Cuddling is nice,” I reply with a sigh, and lean against my firm, strong man.
Chapter 20
~Landon~
“It’s about fucking time you got married,” Lucas says a month later. We’re in the room I grew up in at my parents’ house, getting dressed for the wedding.
“You’re not married, and we’re the same age, idiot,” I reply, and grin. We love slinging insults at each other.
“I’m not the settling-down kind of guy,” he says, completely lost as to how to tie his tie. So I walk to him and shove his hands away, doing it myself. “A wild man like me can’t be tamed.”
“Or you’re too ugly for any woman to want to look at you for the rest of her life.” I laugh and cinch up the tie, too tight, of course.
“Ha ha,” he replies, and walks to the mirror to adjust his tie and slip into his jacket. “So you guys decided against going to the courthouse?”
“Yeah.” I nod and grin, remembering Cami’s face when I suggested the church. “Even if it’s still a small thing, she deserved something more special. She’s always had a soft spot for that old church down the street. You know, the tiny one that our moms used to drag us to for Sunday school when we were little?”
“I know the one.” Lucas’s face sobers. “How is she?”
“She’s doing better,” I reply, and nod, thinking of my strong girl. “She suggested us going to therapy right after she lost the baby.”