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Chapter 158: Lies
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 159: Party time
NOAHNoah"Hey! Good to see you again, Noah!" Two of the rookies I'd only met a few times before I'd been injured greeted me as they came into the living room. Both were big guys, built like brick walls, and both looked so young I wanted to cry. When had rookies started looking like such babies? Or was it just now, that my time in the sun was over, that I realized this truth? I stifled a sigh and struggled to get to my feet. If I swayed a little, I hoped they'd think it was the injury and not the booze. I'd already consumed a copious amount today just to get through this fucking party. Lucky for me, Juliet was making sure I didn't take anything that I shouldn't when I was going to be drinking."Welcome." I stuck out my hand to shake theirs one at a time. "Glad you could make it.""You look good, man." One of the rookies plucked at the sleeve of the black leather jacket I was wearing. "I read an article about you online the other day, being with Juliet and everything. Nice work th
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 160: Reconnect
NOAHI shook off that vague worry now, though, as Deacon and Emma climbed the porch steps. Emma's expression was guarded as she approached me, and I noticed that Deacon kept his hand on her back. They both stopped a few feet short of me. Emma cleared her throat. "Hello, Noah. You look-good." Her eyes roved down me, and one of her brows rose. "I didn't realize this was the kind of party where people could go shirtless."I tossed back my last swallow of whiskey. "Em. You look good, too." I smirked. "You should know that in my mind, topless is always an option when it comes to you." Ignoring her small gasp of outrage, I shifted my gaze upwards a little. "Deacon. Glad you could both be here today. Gotta wonder who's saving the world at St. Agnes while you're gone, though." I'd meant the words to be a light jest, just a little tease, the way we always joked around. But I could see from the way Emma's eyes flared that she wasn't taking it that way. "I'm happy you're feeling better, N
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 161: Out of control
NOAHEmma and Deacon didn't stay very long after that-big surprise. Emma wore this pinched, uptight expression, and as soon as Deacon wandered back to the porch, glancing at both of us cautiously, she grabbed his hand and told him that she was ready to leave. But she got in one more parting shot before she took off. "Noah, I love you." She laid her slim, cool hands on either side of my face, staring into my eyes. "You really are my best friend, and I don't want that to change. But look at what you're doing. Look at the choices you're making, the life you're leading. It's a mess. It's not you. If Angela could see-" She broke off, either because of her own emotion or because she saw the pain in my eyes. "Noah, she wouldn't recognize you. I barely do. So please, please, sweetie, do me a favor and slow down. Think about all of this." She'd tiptoed up to kiss my cheek. "And don't forget to call me, because I miss you." I patted her back, mumbled something that I hoped sounded convinc
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 162: Repercussions
NOAHI awoke the morning after the party to a cotton mouth, throbbing head, and a wrecked house. Well, it wasn't destroyed in the sense of what a home might look like after a high school all-night kegger, but there was trash in the kitchen and living room and on the front porch . . . dishes left all over, glasses and bottles everywhere, and a general sense of . . . mess.Yeah, it was a mess. Everything was a mess, including me. As I dropped down to sit at my kitchen table, reality crashed down over me, and it wasn't pretty. I'd spent the last months doing exactly what Coach Briars had said last night. I'd been throwing a temper tantrum, kicking and screaming against life because things hadn't gone my way. Now that I forced myself to really look at everything, I realized it wasn't just about losing football, either. It was . . . all of it. Angela being sick, Angela dying, being alone for so long . . . thinking that I could find my way back to normal with Emma and having those hopes
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 163: Decisions
ALISON Alison"Well, Alison, no surprises here." Maggie Corning, the nurse-practitioner midwife who'd been handling my gynecological care since I'd moved to Florida, tapped the tablet in her hand. The results of my recent blood test were displayed on the screen. "As you suspected-or knew-you're pregnant, and my exam, along with the date of your last period, puts you at about eleven weeks along." She regarded me for a moment before adding, "We can do an ultrasound to narrow that down and confirm timing if you like, or we can wait a little while longer. That's up to you." I was still wearing the cotton examination gown and sitting on Maggie's table. Her midwifery practice was as holistic and sustainable as she could make it while still maintaining standards of cleanliness, and I always appreciated that I didn't have to sit around in a crinkly, uncomfortable paper gown when I visited her for my annual appointment. I also liked the fact that she saw herself as a partner in my health c
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 164: Words of wisdom
ALISON Anna and Jimmy Girard, Deacon's grandparents, lived on a large family farm a few miles outside of Harper Springs. Their property jutted against the land that Emma had bought when she moved down here, and now that Emma and Deacon were living in her cabin, I knew that they loved being closer to the older couple. I'd been to the farm often when I lived in Harper Springs because while we were building Emma's cabin, Anna and Jimmy had helped us and frequently fed us at their kitchen table, too. The old farmhouse was the most comfortable, most welcoming home I'd ever known. So I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable to park on the side of the house and push open the kitchen door, calling as I did. "Hello! I'm here to volunteer as a taste-tester." "And just in time!" Drying her hands on her apron, Anna hustled over to me, drawing me into a tight hug. "Look at you. You're beautiful." She held my chin in her hand, smiling into my eyes. "You're practically glowing." My cheek
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 165: But is this what I want?
NOAH"All right. I'm here. And I'm listening." Juliet made a point of looking at her watch. "You've got five minutes, then I'm out of here." I sat across from her at my kitchen table, my gut twisting, wondering what the hell I was doing. It had been three days since the damn party, and during that time, aside from Zeke's visit and threats, I'd known more peace than I'd had in months. My house had been quiet and empty, and for the first two days, I'd done nothing but sleep and eat whatever the hell I'd wanted. But this morning, I'd awakened gripped with guilt. Was it because the pillows still smelled like Juliet's perfume? Maybe. Or it could have been because she hadn't so much as texted me since she'd stormed out of the party. I'd expected to hear from her that night, or at least the next morning, but she'd maintained total radio silence.Her stuff was still all over my house. Her lingerie was on the counter in my bathroom, along with her makeup, skincare shit and soaps. Her sham
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 166: And then this happened
NOAHBut in the end, she leaned across the table and covered my hands with hers. "Of course, I want to be part of helping you find your new life, Noah. Like I said, I care for you. I know you've been struggling, but I thought if I stuck it out, eventually you'd see how good I can be for you." Her lips curved up. "And I can be so fucking good for you, Noah." "I know you can be. You are. I mean, I appreciate what you-how you-" God, I sounded lame. "But that's something else." I wasn't sure exactly how to say this and not sound like I was calling her something incredibly insulting. "We need to ease up on the sex, okay? Maybe slow down . . . take a break on . . . that." Juliet's eyebrows rose, and she tilted her head. "Excuse me? You want to try celibacy? Is that part of this next act in the life of Noah? Because I'm going to say it doesn't sound like fun to me." She smirked. "Wouldn't be fun for you, either. I don't think you'd last long before you'd be begging me to come back to y
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