As he turned to follow her, the smoked glass of the front entrance door opened, cool air flooding in. It was Amity. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail he suspected was frantically done in the rear-view mirror while she sat at red lights in traffic. The gray knit sweater, the snug fit and cleavage-revealing plunge of the neckline doing absolutely nothing to deemphasize the round, generous breasts, was buttoned haphazardly, one of the buttons actually undone, leaving a gap below the swell of her breasts that exposed pale skin.
He stood in the doorway to the office hallway, watching her, his arms crossed over his chest. She was out of breath and he almost smiled, imagining her sprinting from the parking garage to the office doors, her high heels in her hands. Her big brown eyes peered up at him, color deepening in her smooth cheeks.
He had a couple of minutes while Cathie weighed and measured Mrs. Fortunately, no other patients had arrived yet. Cathie can watch the front while we talk. Her face paled, her big eyes getting bigger.
I know I was late, but it was just a few minutes. Now, get to work. She needed to do something about this.
It was the same every day and every night. How many times had she stayed up deep into the lonely darkness, staring into the night, dreaming of things she knew she could never have? Being someone she could never be. Wanting what was wrong. McKendrick had offered her that knowing smile of his, the one that made butterflies flutter in her belly.
But that smile. That devastating bright smile. It was anything but fatherly. She kept coming in late—and that smile soon faded away. Accept Read More. Close Privacy Overview This website uses cookies to improve your experience while you navigate through the website. Out of these, the cookies that are categorized as necessary are stored on your browser as they are essential for the working of basic functionalities of the website. We also use third-party cookies that help us analyze and understand how you use this website.
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