Page 125 of When You Blush

Greg nods and pushes to his feet.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you have questions. Call my personal cell,” I tell him. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Thanks, Doc,” he says with a wink, and then he’s off.

It’s been four hours since I was home, and I alreadymiss her.

I’ve turned into a fucking sap.

But I pull out my phone and text my girl.

Me: How are you, sugar?

The message sits on read while I update Greg’s chart, and then I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Dark hair. Perfect legs.

And when I glance over, there she is, smiling at me, holding a bag.

“I’m fine, how are you?”

Without a word, I take her hand and pull her into my office. I close the door behind us.

“I was missing you,” I murmur before I brush my lips over hers.

“I hiked for a bit, then I grabbed lunch from Juliet’s place and brought you some,” she says, gesturing to the bag. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Thanks, baby.” I set the bag aside. “How was the hike?”

“Meh.” She wrinkles her nose, and I turn to her, giving her my full attention. I don’t like her tone or the fact she looks exhausted. “I’m not feeling all that great today, so I didn’t go far.”

“What do you mean, you don’t feel great? What are your symptoms?”

I immediately press my fingers to her pulse point and my lips to her forehead. I don’t feel a fever, and her pulse feels okay.

“I’mfine, Dr. Blackwell.” She presses her hands tomy chest but doesn’t push me away, which is good because I’m not going anywhere. “I’m just not myself today. Maybe that twenty-mile bike ride in the sunshine did me in yesterday. I got myself some lunch, too, and I’m going to go home and chill. Read a book.”

Examining her eyes and feeling okay with what I find, I tug her against me and hug her close. “Are you sure? Do you need me to run a blood test, check your CBC, or something?”

“Blake. I’m tired. I have a bit of the icks today. That’s it.” She kisses my chest, right in the middle of my sternum.

“Take a nap.” I lift her chin and tug her lip out of her teeth. “Drink lots of water.”

“Yes, sir.”

Her lips twitch, and my cock stirs.

“You’re being sassy, so that’s a good sign.”

“I’m really not sick,” she assures me. “I just need a lazy day.”

“Okay. I’ll check on you later.” Leaning down, I brush my lips over hers again. “Take care of my girl.”

“She’s in good hands.” She does a little curtsey, making me grin. “I’m a nurse. I know what to do. Don’t worry about me.”

“Impossible. You’re mine. That means I worry.”

“You’re quite mushy. You know that, right?”

Shaking my head, I press my lips to her forehead. “Get used to it, sugar. Go feel better. Let me know if you need anything.”