Unforgettable Love

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Laughing, I sat up and swung my feet around. “No, I would think it wouldn’t be.”
“Medical problems?” Sierra asked.
Shaking my head, I said, “Nope. It used to happen when I got um . . . overly tired.”
Biting on that damn lower lip of hers, Sierra slowly nodded and said, “Oh. I was kind of hoping for something more dramatic. Less boring.”
My eyes snapped back to her as she shrugged her shoulders and stood up. “Want a beer?”
Dropping my mouth open, I stared at her. “I just passed the fuck out—twice, in your house and you shrug your shoulders and ask if I want a beer?”
Glancing back over her shoulder, Sierra laughed. “Oh my God. Grow up you big pussy. I’m a labor and delivery nurse. I’ve seen things worse than a guy passing out. Trust me. Try pushing a thirteen-pound kid out of your body and then we’ll talk.”
Rolling my eyes, I stood up and got my bearings straight. I would not let Sierra Jackson get to me like that ever again.
Never.
Ever.
Again.
COVERING MY MOUTH TO HIDE my smile, I couldn’t help but notice how Dodge was looking at me. Tired, my ass. He took one look at my sex bucket list, fantasized for a few seconds and then took one look at my tits, and bam! He hit the floor. Twice!
Shaking his head as if he was wiping a memory away, he looked around. “Where was the rose left?”
Using my finger to motion for him to follow me, I walked to the master bedroom and pointed to the pillow where the rose had been. “I think in all the time I was with Robert he only gave me flowers when he left to go out of town. Come to think of it . . . it was always a rose. Just a single rose.”
Dodge glanced over his shoulder at me and said, “Are you kidding me?”
Shrugging, I said, “Nope. Serious as all get out.”
Shaking his head, Dodge walked over to one of the windows. “What an asshole. Fucker was probably cheating on you the whole time.”
My smile faded some as I let out a couple small chuckles. “Why do you say he was cheating?”
Dodge shrugged his shoulders. “Was it something he has done since the very beginning? Or something he just started doing, within the last few years? The single flower thing.”
Placing my hand over my mouth, I slowly sat down on the bed as my eyes widened in horror. “Oh. My. God.”
Walking into the bathroom, Dodge let out a whistle. “Nice.”
Standing back up, I began pacing. “Holy hell. That asshat! That motherfucking asshat.”
Walking back by me, Dodge headed into the living room, walking up to each window. “All falling into place now is it, short stack?”
Nodding my head, I aimless followed him around. “Lisa started working for Robert almost as soon as he joined the practice he’s in now. They had a receptionist, but Robert insisted he wanted his own. I remember him asking me about my best friend from college. She used to work part time at a doctor’s office while we went to school. Robert wanted to know if she still lived in Austin and needed a job. Once she started working for him, he started having out of town trips.”
Slapping my hands to my face, I screamed. “Stupid! How could I have been so stupid and not seen it?” Dropping my hands down to my sides, I stopped talking as I looked at Dodge.
Dodge cleared his throat and said, “Here’s where he got in. The window was unlocked.” Quickly making my way over to the window, I stopped and looked at it. Sure enough, it was unlocked and you could tell the screen had been removed.
“But how? I keep them locked.”
Dodge took another look around. Walking up to my fireplace mantel, he took his finger and ran across it. That fucker. He is not checking to see if my house is clean!
Bastard!
Placing my hands on my hips, I glared at Dodge. “What are you doing? Would you like a white glove? Do have a phobia with dirt or something?”
Dodge turned to me and showed the finger he just ran across the mantel. “You must have someone come to the house and clean.”
Letting out a gasp, my mouth dropped open. “Seriously? Are you really saying I can’t keep my own house clean? Because I’ll have you know, I’m freakishly clean, dickhead! Like freakishly border-line obsessed with cleaning.”
Holding up his hands, Dodge laughed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. Damn. Okay so that rules out a housecleaner.”
Feeling my face turn hot, I looked away. “Well. Actually I um . . . I have a housecleaner,” I mumbled.
Dodge took a step closer. “What was that, Sierra? I didn’t quite get that.”