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Chapter 83: Communication is essential
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 84: Hot times
EMMAA grin split his face. "Don't let me stop you, baby." I laughed and angled my head, lowering my mouth to his and pressing my center to the ridge beneath his pants. Noah grunted slightly and slid his arms around me, holding me close as he nudged my mouth open and began stroking my tongue with his. We broke the kiss just long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head. "Take yours off, too," I urged. "Your chest is gorgeous. I want to set up camp and live there." "You're welcome to do that any time you want." With one hand, he reached back, grabbed the neck of his T-shirt, and wrenched it over his head and off. "Any of my body parts are at your disposal." "Good to know." I flattened my palms against his pecs, reveling in the feel of the hard muscles beneath. "You are built like a sculpture, Noah. Just utter perfection." "I'm not perfect, baby, but if my body makes you hot, I'm happy about that." Two of his thick fingers curled around the cup of my bra, gently easing i
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 85: The morning after
EMMAMy bedroom was still shadowed when I opened my eyes. I blinked, disoriented despite the familiarity of my bed. I lay there for several long moments, trying to find my way back to reality. I'd had a vivid dream, I thought, one in which Noah had rocked my world to its core, making me come so hard I hadn't been able to stay awake after. It had felt so real that I could almost feel the wetness of my own arousal between my legs. I stretched my legs, and my toes grazed over a long, hard and hairy leg . . . and I figured out several key bits of reality very quickly. Noah was here, in my bed.What I'd thought was a dream had actually happened last night. Noah had made me come, bringing me to orgasm with his mouth and fingers. It had been fan-fucking-tastic. And then afterwards, instead of returning the favor, I'd fallen asleep. He must've carried me to bed, I decided. I was still naked, and that was a very sensual way to wake up. Also, I was supremely glad that he had stayed
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 86: Final farewells
DEACONIt was only just nine o'clock by the time I arrived at the hospital, but I already felt as though I'd lived through an entire long day. I was exhausted and grieving, a particularly nasty combination; I knew I had no business thinking about practicing medicine today, not in my present state of mind. Still, I didn't want to go home to my empty, silent house, nor did I feel like driving out to the farm to be with Gram and Pop, both of whom were heartbroken over the loss of their long-time friend. Neighbors and friends would flock to be with my grandparents, and the idea of sitting around for hours while they all reminisced and offered up their casseroles, cakes and cookies didn't appeal to me. Even if I didn't see patients, at the hospital I could be around people who would understand my need to keep busy. And then there was Emma, who I knew had jumped in to cover for me but who was also mourning our friend, I was certain. As I'd stood in Miss Sissie's kitchen early this morni
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 87: Outed
EMMA"I am the luckiest man in this whole place." I glanced at Noah over the top of my menu. He was looking mighty fine, this man who sometimes I still struggled to believe was my boyfriend. Dressed in khakis and a light green dress shirt open at the neck, the cuffs turned up to display his broad forearms, his hair newly cut and his shave fresh, he was so damn sexy, he hurt my heart. "Oh, you think so? Why?" I closed the menu and set it down in front of me. "Well, duh, babe. Clearly, it's because I'm with the most beautiful woman in the world. The one who also happens to be the most intelligent, the kindest and the . . ." He grinned. "The spunkiest." I laughed. "Wow, someone's a charmer tonight. I'd ask you what you want, but I think I already know." In the ten days since Miss Sissie had died, I'd been crazy busy, trying to fill in at the hospital so that Deacon had time to work on funeral details, spending time with Anna and Jimmy, who were understandably still very sad, an
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 88: Sick
EMMAWe ate in silence. Or rather, Noah ate, and I poked at the food in front of me, which included breaded eggplant, despite my request. At least there wasn't any cheese on top, so I was able to try some of the pasta and sauce. My stomach was rebelling, though; between the audience around us, the tension of our conversation and the food issues, I wasn't feeling well at all. I'd just managed to choke down a few bites when Noah tossed down his fork onto his plate with a clatter."Fuck!" he muttered, staring out the window. "I was afraid of that." "What is it?" I was afraid to look outside. "What's wrong?" "That woman from the bar-she said she saw us on social media. So did some reporters, I guess, because there's a group of them at the door to the restaurant." Any appetite I'd had disappeared. "What are we going to do?" Noah shook his head. "I guess we'll have to just get through them and say no comment. Once we get home, we'll be all right. I think so, anyway." He was quiet f
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 89: Updates
DEACON"Deacon! Just the man I was hoping to see." I turned in mid-stride, my professional smile already in place as I extended my hand. "Raul! Great to see you. What brings you to my neck of the woods?" Raul Zamora gripped my hand and shook it firmly. "I had a check-up downstairs, and I thought as long as I was at the hospital, I'd come over and say hello. Maybe see how things are going on our shiny new wing." Checking up on me, I thought, but my expression didn't change. It wouldn't be a good idea for me to piss off the vice president of the board of directors. The hospital's governing team had been supportive of my project from the beginning of my tenure here, but I was well aware that I'd tested the board's tolerance when I'd abruptly left the country for a year. I was doing everything that I could to make up for that. "Of course." I regarded Mr. Zamora carefully. "I hope everything's okay with you." "Oh, yes, yes." He waved his hand. "Just my annual tune-up. Check the t
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 90:Restless
EMMA"I always forget how beautiful the sunsets are here." I sighed a little and wriggled down in my Adirondack chair, bunching the cushion behind me to get more comfortable. "Or maybe more accurately, I think I remember how amazing they are, and then I come back and realize my imagination doesn't do them justice.""This is an especially pretty one," my mother, sitting in the chair next to mine, agreed. "But I'm fairly sure they have sunsets in Florida, too.""True, but not over the mountains," I countered. "Florida is flat." "I'll give you that." She paused. "But the day we were at the beach on the Gulf last year was pretty damn amazing, if I remember correctly.""It was. I'm not arguing with you. I guess there's just something about this place, though, that holds so many fun memories . . . it feels like everything here is better than anywhere else." I drew up my feet to tuck them under me, hugging my knees to my chest. "I was thinking the other day about what Nana used to say-t
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 91: History
EMMAMy mother didn't answer right away. The twilight was falling all around us, and crickets were tuning up for their evening concert. The tiki lamps that burned oils to keep away the mosquitos crackled and blazed."Did you know that when I met your dad, I was dating Uncle Cal?" My mouth dropped open. "No. I did not know that. Are you serious? You and Uncle Cal?" Calvin Allan was not my blood uncle; he was a friend of my parents who'd been part of my life as long as I could remember. He'd always been a little bit of an absent-minded professor type, and in fact, he was now the English department chair at William and Mary. I'd always assumed he was my dad's friend more than my mother's, so this was a shock. "Yes. Cal and I met during our undergrad days, and we were friends for a long time before we started dating. Like you, I thought we made sense. It just seemed right, you know? We had a love of words in common. We could spend hours talking about books and history and things that
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