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CHAPTER NINE
MINDY TRIED NOT to let her gaze wander to Sam as she walked into the boardroom. It had been a week since their day in New York together. When he’d walked her to the door of her apartment she’d lingered.
She didn’t know why. Perhaps it had been habit. She had been waiting for him to kiss her, even though kissing him again wouldn’t have been wise.
Yet she’d waited there and he hadn’t done anything. Just stood with her, his blue eyes dark, his face unreadable.
She actually didn’t know why he’d waited there either, but the more he’d lingered the more she’d fought herself over inviting him up to her apartment. Of course, the last time she’d done that they’d slept together and she couldn’t do that again.
Though she’d wanted to.
Being with Sam was so easy. She admired and respected him as a surgeon; he was fun, sexy, intelligent. Sexy.
Stop thinking about sex and his sexiness.
Only she couldn’t when she was around him.
Focus.
Right now she had in front of her a skilled team of pediatricians, neonatologists, nurse practitioners, residents, anesthesiologists, just about anyone who could possibly help with her quint case. Mindy had been keeping an eye on Mrs. Jameson for about a week, but it was apparent to Mindy that with Mrs. Jameson’s condition they would have to prepare an elite team of practitioners in preparation for the quints’ birth.
It was coming sooner rather than later.
She glanced up quickly to see that Sam was sitting next to Dr. Chang, leaning back in the chair, focused on her intently. When their gazes met he smiled, just briefly.
It sent a zing through her.
Before she could get started, though, there was a knock and Professor Langley stepped into the room.
“My apologies, Dr. Walker. I hope I haven’t missed anything.”
“No, of course not. Come in.”
He nodded and then waved to someone else who was standing just outside the door. “I hope you don’t mind, but I read the case file on the quints. I noticed one of them had a brain bleed that might need to be addressed.”
“Yes. I was about to talk about the medical conditions of the babies.”
“I thought you might want the help of one of the finest neurosurgeons. So I brought in Dr. Hanley.” He stepped aside and Dr. Hanley stepped into the room.
Mindy’s eyes widened. There was a collective gasp. Everyone knew who Dr. Hanley was. Who didn’t? She was one of the most renowned and respected neurosurgeons.
“Thank you for allowing me to join you.” Dr. Hanley’s gaze fell on Dr. Chang and Sam. “Dr. Chang.”
There was an odd tone to Dr. Hanley’s greeting and as Mindy glanced at Sam she could see he was not happy. His lips were pressed together in a firm line of annoyance.
Mindy knew he had issues with Professor Langley, but open hostility wouldn’t be good for his career and could impede his fellowship.
“You can proceed now, Dr. Walker,” Professor Langley, the chief of surgery, said, taking a seat next to Dr. Hanley.
“Thank you.” Mindy turned to the computer and brought up an ultrasound and Mrs. Jameson’s medical records. “As you can see, Mrs. Jameson is a thirty-four-year-old female whose LMP was approximately thirty weeks ago today. She is Gravida One and Parity X. That pregnancy resulted in a forty-week-term delivery of a healthy baby boy who weighed approximately eight pounds seven ounces. There were no complications.”
Mindy went on with her presentation, explaining about the different quints, and began to set out the teams that would be responsible for each baby. Most of the babies didn’t seem to have a whole lot of medical problems. The fact that Mrs. Jameson had gotten to thirty weeks was a blessing, but she was starting to have frequent contractions and Mindy knew she had to get the teams prepared now, because once one of the waters broke that was it. It was time to get those babies out.
“As you can see, it’s baby C that has fluid buildup around his brain and baby C is the one we’re most concerned with.” Mindy clicked on a close-up of baby C.
Dr. Hanley got up and walked over to the screen. “Hmm, I would need some more comprehensive films, but it looks like a simple shunt would take care of that. We should closely monitor that buildup of fluid, Dr. Walker. If it continues, we shouldn’t delay in delivering the babies.”
“I agree, Dr. Hanley,” Mindy said. “I’ll have that set up for you right away.”
“Do.” Dr. Hanley didn’t even really acknowledge her as she headed back to her seat beside Professor Langley.
She’d heard rumors that Dr. Hanley was a piece of work. She could see why. Unfazed, Mindy went on with her presentation and went on to assign the teams that were responsible for each baby.
As she was about to assign Sam to Dr. Chang’s team, Dr. Hanley stood up.
“If you don’t mind, Dr. Walker, I would request that Dr. Napier be on my team for Baby C. I would like him to work on the shunt with me.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, not at all impressed.
“I think Dr. Chang requires Dr. Napier’s assistance,” Mindy said, and then regretted it. She didn’t want anyone to think she was playing favorites.
Dr. Hanley glared at her now. “Nonsense, he’s a resident and I require his assistance.”
“Dr. Napier can work with Dr. Hanley,” the chief of surgery said, standing up. “I trust there were will be no further discussions. Keep us updated on the patient, Dr. Walker.”
He excused himself and Dr. Hanley followed him.
Mindy was absolutely confused. She knew that Dr. Hanley was a brilliant surgeon but so was she. Yet they were bending over backwards to accommodate Dr. Hanley.
As people began to disperse Dr. Chang leaned over to a visibly angry Sam and whispered a few words, but he rebuffed her, stood and stormed out of the room.
What in the world?
She knew Sam didn’t like orders from Chief Langley and didn’t like time taken from pediatrics, but he was having a shot at working with Dr. Hanley. He shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Dr. Chang sent her a furtive glance but didn’t say anything else. She just left the room quietly. Mindy couldn’t help but wonder what was up between Dr. Hanley, the chief and Sam. Any time Professor Langley was mentioned Sam would tense up.
What did he have against him?
Curiosity killed the cat.
Even though she really wanted to know what was going on, she knew it wasn’t her business. She wasn’t going to pry or push. When Sam was ready to tell her, he’d tell her, though she was really dying to know. Besides, she didn’t exactly open up to him and she wouldn’t. There had to be a good reason Sam kept it secret and she’d respect his wishes. Some things could destroy a career very fast.
Mindy sighed and cleaned up her presentation. She shouldn’t be fussing over why Sam was upset. The teams had been set up. Her focus should be on her patient. On those babies. That’s why she’d come to West Manhattan Saints. She’d come to provide the best medical care, to focus on her career.
Let Dr. Chang, the chief and Dr. Hanley deal with fighting over Sam.
She couldn’t worry about it.
Sam had to deal with his own problems.
Sam was furious. What the heck was his mother doing here? He was also so angry that she’d called him out like that, requesting him and taking him off Dr. Chang’s service. He was sure the surgery his mother wanted him to work on, placing a shunt on Baby C, would be exciting, but he’d rather learn the procedure from anyone but his mother.
Not that he’d have an actual chance to participate in the surgery. His mother didn’t really involve her residents. She didn’t let them get their hands dirty. Sam knew his mother well. She liked to hog all the glory.
His mother was speaking to Langley at the end of the hallway. She was touching his arm and laughing in an intimate way. It made Sam’s teeth grind, seeing them together, because it instantly brought back the memory of his father holding his hand almost twenty years ago and the look of heartache on his father’s face as he’d realized his wife was cheating on him.
They finished talking and Langley walked away. His mother turned around and smiled, briefly. Not in a warm compassionate way, or in a way that showed she was glad to see him. It was polite.
“Well, I can tell by your expression you’re not exactly happy to see me, Dr. Napier.”
Sam was pleased that at least he was keeping his anonymity.
“Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private.”
His mother smirked. “Of course. My temporary office is down the hall.”
Sam nodded and followed behind his mother as she led him to the office she was using. His stomach knotted when he saw all the boxes. How long was temporary?
She shut the door and Sam crossed his arms.
“I know that look,” his mother said. “You’re not happy that I’m here.”
“Aye.”
She chuckled. “So like your father.”
“What are you doing here?” Sam asked, not wanting her to talk about his father with him. She had no right.
“That’s the way you talk to your mother after not seeing her for five years?”
“I didn’t think you cared particularly.”
She shrugged and then tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “I kept busy.”
So like his mother. She didn’t admit to caring. It infuriated him.
“What’re you doing here, Mother?”
“Saving a life?”
Sam glanced around at the boxes. “Dr. Walker requested your presence? I thought she only just discovered the issue with Baby C in the last week.”
“No Dr. Walker did not request my presence. Gareth did.”
Sam cringed inwardly at his mother’s familiarity with Langley. It was another kick in the pants to him. A reminder about how she and Langley had broken his family apart.
“Again. Why?”
“There’s a patient here in your pediatric ward. One with an inoperable brain tumor.”
“Janie?” Sam asked.
His mother nodded. “Her parents have agreed to allow me to try and resect it using a new technique. That’s why I’m here for some time. If the surgery is successful then I’ll publish a paper and credit Gareth and West Manhattan Saints.”
“How generous of you.” Sam was very familiar with Janie and her family. Janie was one of his special patients and it broke his heart that she had a tumor that was ending her life. He didn’t particularly like the fact that his mother was here and was planning on using poor Janie as a guinea pig to further her research.
“You’re mad that I requested you,” his mother said.
“I don’t want anyone to know that you’re my mother. You know that and you agreed to those conditions if you were to ever come here.”
His mother snorted. “I really don’t know why.”
“I want to earn this fellowship on my own.”
His mother snorted again and moved to sit behind her desk. “Really a waste.”
“Pediatrics is a waste?”
“No.”
“Then a waste of my talent?”
His mother shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen you operate, but given that you’re my child I would assume that you have decent surgical abilities.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “How generous of you to compliment me.”
“You’re being immature.”
“Why did you request me?”
“To test your surgical abilities. Chief Langley speaks very highly of you and I want to see if you live up to his praise.”
“I don’t need to live up to anyone’s expectations. I came here to learn under Dr. Chang.”
His mother snorted. “You could be extraordinary. Brain surgery is cutting edge. If your abilities are as good as Gareth says they are then you’re just wasting your talent in pediatrics. Do you want to settle for the ordinary?”
“Aye. I do.”
His mother shook her head and then picked up a file, effectively dismissing him as she opened it up and began to read. “You’re on my service. There’s no point in arguing about it.”
“I would rather not be.”
“If you raise a stink don’t you think people will question why you don’t want to work with me?”
She had a point.
“Fine,” he agreed grudgingly, but he was not happy. Not that she cared. His mother only cared about herself.
“Good. Well, if we’re done talking I’d rather like to get to work.”
“Of course, Mother.” Sam opened the door and barged out, slamming it behind him. As he turned around he crashed right into Mindy.
“Dr. Napier!” She gasped in surprise.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Walker. What’re you doing here?”
“Bringing Dr. Hanley the information she requested on Baby C. Is she busy?”
“Yes, but I’m sure she’ll want to see the file.”
Mindy glanced up at him and frowned. “Are you okay, Sam?”
He frowned. “Perfectly.”
He wanted to tell her he wasn’t fine. That he was annoyed, but if he did then he would have to tell her that Dr. Hanley was his mother and then the whole story about his mother and Langley would come out.
The only people at West Manhattan Saints that knew about his situation were Langley and Dr. Chang. Sam knew that Dr. Chang wouldn’t say anything and he thought Langley had enough couth not to say anything either.
After all, his mother had eventually made him a cuckold as well. Still, there was no reason to take it out on Mindy, but he really didn’t want to get into it right now. He just had to go somewhere and calm down. Maybe do some charting in a broom closet.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. Good day, Dr. Walker.” He walked away from her, brushing her off. It hurt him to do it, but it was for the best.
This kind of situation was why he didn’t want to get involved with anyone he worked with. Messes like this. Rumors and secrets. He was here to practice medicine, not fall in love.
Who said anything about love?
Sam cursed under his breath.
He knew he had to get out of there and put some distance between him and his mother.
CHAPTER TEN
MINDY COULD FEEL all eyes on her as she carefully made an incision in her patient’s uterus. Baby B’s amniotic sac had broken and it was time to deliver the quintuplets. They had managed to last until thirty-two weeks.
Two weeks longer than when they’d had the meeting in the boardroom. Which was great, and the fluid around Baby C’s brain remained stable, though he would still need a shunt. There were teams of neonatologists and pediatric doctors waiting to take the babies as she delivered them. She could see Sam standing there, waiting for Baby C. Once Baby C was delivered Sam was going to take him into the next OR where a shunt would be placed by Dr. Hanley.
Even though Dr. Hanley was a brilliant neurosurgeon, she was a bit of a narcissist.
Mindy took a deep calming breath as she continued to work. There were a lot of lives at stake and she didn’t have time to worry about anyone else in this room.
“Delivering Baby A,” she announced out loud, as she made the cut and gently removed Baby A from the uterus. She cut the cord and handed the baby to the waiting team. As Mindy focused on the next baby, she could hear the healthy scream of Baby A, who was being assessed under an islet table by Team A.
Mindy smiled, though no one could tell she was smiling under her surgical mask. She did love the sound of healthy lungs.
“Delivering Baby B.”
The resident on Dr. Chang’s team stepped forward with a blanket and Mindy cut the cord and placed the baby in team B’s care. Then headed to her problem baby.
“Delivering Baby C.”
Sam stepped forward, waiting to take his charge. He winked at her from behind the mask in an encouraging way as she quickly delivered Baby C.
Sam took the little guy and whisked him off to a warming table to check his vitals before they took him into surgery.
Mindy stopped for a moment. Just a moment, but didn’t hear a cry from Baby C.
Come on, little guy. Come on.
Then there was a weak wail from across the OR.
“How is he, Dr. Napier?” Mindy called out, as she cauterized a bleeder quickly so she could move on to the other babies.
“Weak. His vitals aren’t good and he has some apparent hydrocephalus. Taking Baby C to OR two.”
Mindy glanced up briefly to see Baby C being hooked up to monitors and ventilators, prepping him for his immediate surgery. Such a hard start to life.
“Delivering Baby D,” she called out, as she removed the tiny baby. Baby D had some breathing issues, but Mindy couldn’t worry about that as she finished up and moved on to Baby E. The final baby.
As much as she was thinking about the babies and all those fragile little lives in different teams’ hands, she couldn’t think about them. She had to focus on the mom’s health, so that she could recover and take care of all those babies.
She’d controlled the whole procedure as far as she could by setting the teams. As much as she wanted to hover over all those precious lives, she had to step back and let go. She had to let the teams she’d picked take over.
It was a perk of having her practice in a hospital setting that she knew the surgeons and could handpick them. When her practice was private and out of the office, she left that decision up to the neonatologist team, which stressed her out.
This way was better.
“Delivering Baby E.” She handed the little girl to team E and now she had to make sure Mom was okay and stitched up. “Add Syntocinon to her IV.”
“Yes, Dr. Walker.” The anesthesiologist added the meds.
Mindy went to work on repairing bleeders and then finally was able to remove the placentas. Once they were gone she could work on closing up the uterus. “Good work, Dr. Walker.”
Mindy glanced up to see Dr. Chang standing beside her.
“Is everything okay with your team?”
“Perfect. My team can handle Baby B. She’s on her way to the NICU. I wanted to observe, if that’s okay?”
“Of course.”
Mindy worked diligently to check the uterus, to make sure nothing of the five separate placentas had been left behind. If anything remained it could pose a serious infection risk to the mother.
Once she’d checked and made sure everything was intact and healthy, she began to close up the uterus.
“Dr. Chang, they need you in OR two. It’s Baby C.”
Dr. Chang glanced back at the nurse who had come in. “Can’t Dr. Hanley handle a shunt?”
“There are some more complications to Baby C and Dr. Hall is dealing with Baby E.”
Mindy glanced up and Dr. Chang nodded to the nurse.
“I’ll be there in a moment.” Dr. Chang turned to Mindy. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him. Dr. Napier is in there.”
“I know the baby is in good hands.”
Dr. Chang nodded and left.
Focus.
Sam and Amelia were more than capable of helping Baby C. Both of them were brilliant surgeons. Baby C was in good hands.
Still, a sense of dread settled over her and she glanced at the mother, who was still under general anesthesia, and she felt a pang of heartache for her. When Mrs. Jameson woke up she wasn’t going to be able to hold her babies and then she would have to tell her that one of those babies needed a bit more medical care.
It was the least favorite part of her job.
Mindy sighed and continued closing up Mrs. Jameson so they could get her into Recovery.
After her job was done she could check on the babies.
She could see a long night in her future but she didn’t mind in the least.
Sam stood in the critical level of the NICU. Baby C, who had been named Michael, was critically ill.
The shunt placement had gone fine, but then he developed pulmonary hypertension and was currently on a ventilator, helping him to breathe.
Last night his bowel had perforated, which was common with premature babies.
Sam hadn’t left Michael’s side. He felt responsible for him. Sam was the resident on his case and Dr. Chang, Dr. Hall and his mother had many other patients they had to deal with so they couldn’t hang about.
Really, he shouldn’t be either, but he couldn’t help himself. When it came to babies who were so ill… At least Maya hadn’t been this ill when he’d dealt with her.
Michael, on the other hand…
Sam glanced furtively at the monitor, watching Michael’s vitals, which told him that the poor little guy was struggling.
“Come on, buddy,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Why are you still here?”
Sam spun around to see his mother enter Michael’s private room. “I’m monitoring my patient.”
“There are capable NICU nurses who can do that.” His mother moved around to the incubator.
“I’m very well aware of that.” Sam stepped back to allow his mother to open the incubator and examine the baby.
“Incisions look good.”
“Aye,” Sam remarked. “There’s nothing wrong with the shunt placement.”
His mother smiled. “Of course there isn’t.”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“You did good in my OR,” his mother said. “I’d like you to aid in my surgery with Janie.”
“Why?”
“I’m offering you a chance at something brilliant, rather than standing here staring at a monitor.”
“I’m monitoring my patient,” he said through gritted teeth.
His mother shook her head. “Call it what you will, but I don’t think you’ll be standing here much longer.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Samuel, I raised you better than that. Look at the vitals. Baby C won’t make it through the night.”
It was like a slap across the cheek.
“You’re wasting your time in pediatrics. Switch to neurosurgery. I didn’t pay for your education to waste it on children.”
“You’re not a pediatric surgeon,” Sam snapped.
“See the facts, Sam.”
“Michael, not Baby C, will do just fine.”
His mother shook his head. “You’re throwing away your talent, wasting your time here.”
“Neurosurgery has a high mortality rate as well,” Sam snapped.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You seem to be implying that I’m wasting my time with children who are just going to die anyway.”
“That’s not what I was implying. Honestly, Samuel, what I meant was what can you do to prevent his death by standing here, staring at a monitor? You should be working on your surgical skills. Not standing here.”
“So you’ve mentioned.”
“So?” his mother asked.
“What?”
“Are you going to continue to stand here?”
“Aye,” Sam snapped.
His mother shook her head again and left the NICU room. Sam cursed under his breath. His mother was absolutely impossible. She wasn’t much of an optimist, but when he stared at the monitors again he knew that his mother was probably right.
He clenched his fists and wanted to hit something, wanted to scream.
“Dr. Napier, what’re you still doing here?” Dr. Chang asked as she walked into the room.
“I… I don’t know.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “What’s his prognosis?”
Dr. Chang sighed. “It’s not good. He’s got a lot of cards stacked against him.”
Sam stared down at the little baby, struggling to live. “He can turn a corner. I’ve seen worse.”
“I know. He can, but… I don’t think so,” Dr. Chang sighed. “There’s nothing more you can do here. The parents will be coming up soon. I’m going to talk about options.”
“Can I stay?”
“No. Go home, Sam. You’ve done all you can do.”
Sam nodded, even though he didn’t want to leave. For some reason he felt responsible for this child. Like if he was more extraordinary he could’ve saved the child’s life, but his mother had made it clear that he wasn’t. He was only ordinary.
His mother had made that clear.
As he stood in the hall Michael’s mother, Mrs. Jameson, was wheeled past him. She didn’t notice him there, but the look on her face spoke volumes. Mrs. Jameson already knew what was going on. She knew why Dr. Chang was calling her into Michael’s room.
Sam hovered, watching through the window as Dr. Chang knelt down, placing a hand on Mrs. Jameson’s knee as she broke the news.
Mrs. Jameson hunched over, her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. Sam’s heart clenched and he could feel tears sting his own eyes. How did parents deal with it? It was something he had never understood, but he admired them for it.
Admired the hours spent by bedsides. The hope, then watching hope dashed and seeing sorrow replace it was too much for him. Especially today.
I want to save them all.
He’d been pushed to his breaking point and he began to question himself. Could he handle this?
He used to be able to handle this. So what had changed?
Mindy.
Before she’d come along he’d managed to keep his emotions in check. Nothing had fazed him. He hated to see children suffer and when they died it hurt him, but none had affected him like this one and it was all Mindy’s fault.
Somehow, some way she’d got him to open up and he didn’t like it one bit.
He had to get out of there.
Sam left West Manhattan Saints as fast as he could, but instead of taking the subway back to his flat in Brooklyn he walked toward her apartment.
The doorman wasn’t on duty and he slipped in after holding the door open for an elderly man exiting.
Sam was on autopilot as he hit the button to the penthouse floor and in what seemed like a New York minute he was standing in front of her door, knocking.
Mindy opened the door. “Sam? What’re you doing here?”
“Don’t speak.”
“What—?” He cut her off by taking her in his arms and kissing her.
Mindy was shocked that Sam had shown up at her door. The last time she’d seen him had been in Michael’s room in the NICU. He’d been staring down into the incubator, looking heartbroken.
She wanted to reach out to him, because it was obvious that he was hurting. Ever since the surgery three days ago he’d been different. Withdrawn, almost downtrodden, and she didn’t know why.
So, instead of going to him, she’d walked away. Besides, it was better that way. He wouldn’t have appreciated her consoling him at work and it wouldn’t have been good for her either. She couldn’t let him into her heart and if she’d gone to him in that NICU he would’ve broken down all the careful walls protecting her. So she had let him be.
Now she was wrapped up in his arms and he was kissing her. A kiss that made her knees knock together.
The kiss ended and she had to lean against his chest for a moment to get her bearings. Right now it felt like the world was spinning off kilter a bit.
“Can I come inside?”
Turn him away. Say no.
As she glanced up into those blue eyes, which were glazed over in lust, tenderness and pain, she found she couldn’t resist him. She was so weak. And though her common sense told her not to, she wanted to trust him. She wanted him to fill that empty, raw spot in her heart. She wasn’t sure she could, but she could have tonight.
And she wanted tonight.
So badly.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He grinned, relieved. “Good.”
Mindy tried to step to the side to let him in but instead he scooped her up in his arms and kicked her door shut with the heel of his shoe.
“Sam!” she gasped.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.” He headed off in the direction of the bedroom.
“Sam,” she whispered, as he nuzzled her neck.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good.” He set her down on the bed, joining her. He leaned over her and a shiver of anticipation coursed through her.
This was wrong. So wrong.
And she didn’t care one bit, because right here and now it was just the two of them. There was no one else. Here they were just Sam and Mindy.
He brushed his knuckles down the side of her face, his blue eyes twinkling in the dim light that filtered in through the crack in her drapes, just a bit of the city creeping in on them.
“You’re so beautiful.” Then he leaned down and pressed another kiss against her lips, light at first and then more urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His body was pressed against hers and she was glad she wasn’t wearing one of her skirts, so she could open her legs and let his weight settle between her thighs. Mindy arched her hips. She wanted him closer and she didn’t want anything between them.
No clothes, no walls. Nothing. Just them.
Sam moaned. “Mindy, I want you.”
“How much?”
Sam kissed her again, his tongue pushing past her lips, entwining with hers, making her blood sing with need.
“So much.” He ran his hand over her body, but clothes were in the way. She wanted his hands on her bare flesh.
Mindy pushed him away.
“Have you changed your mind?” he asked.
“No.” She sat up and took off her baggy T-shirt. “I want you naked.” And she reached for the belt on his trousers, undoing it and slowly pulling it out of the belt loops. She then went for the button at the top of his pants. Sam moaned as her hand slipped underneath to touch him, just for a moment.
They made quick work of their clothes, until they were both naked. Nothing between them.
“I’ve tried so hard to resist you,” Sam whispered against her neck. “But I can’t. I need you again.”
“I want you too, Sam.”
She wanted him to erase her past. She wanted him to help her forget. When she was in his arms she wasn’t that meek wallflower she had been in California and she wasn’t a surgeon. She was just Mindy. Sexy, desirable Mindy, and she loved that he made her feel that way. No man had ever made her feel that way before.
“I want you so badly.”
His lips captured hers in a kiss, silencing any more words between them. Mindy pulled him down. His body pressed against hers. It was just them, exposed and vulnerable to each other. His hands slipped down her sides, trailing over her flesh in little circles.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
It drove her wild and made her blood heat. His fingers found their way up to her breast, circling around her nipple, teasing. She sighed.
“So beautiful,” he said again. “You drive me wild.”
She ran her fingers through his hair as he began to kiss her again, but just light kisses starting at the lips and training lower, down over her neck. Lingering at her breasts, he used his tongue to tease her. She arched her back as pleasure shot through her again.
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