Where she called the man Nemo and she was sure it wasn’t his name. She was sure she would never get over that embarrassment. "I should go and let you get to work. I don't think that being the only patient could keep a doctor's lifestyle going," she joked to lighten the mood. "Yeah, I need to see more patients or how will I heat my pool?" Benjamin played along. "See you in a few days," he said, giving her a pointed look. "You will, more so if you keep feeding my fat ass." Benjamin rolled his eyes. "Make the appointment before you leave. I already have a slot set aside for you, so you just need to confirm at the front desk. That way, when we're finished, I can take you out for dinner.” He paused as she made her way to the door. Before she could walk out, he made one last comment to put a smile on her face. “And you don't have a fat ass!"- - - - - Pandora moved around her kitchen, cleaning it. But a small squeaking sound stopped her. She glanced around but couldn’t see anything th
When she was done, Milton’s lips twitched a little, and she knew he was having a hard time staying in cop mode. "Go on, laugh," she dared him with a pout. "But I don't care about the other stuff, it's the jewelry that is upsetting me, some of it belonged to my grandma and it's gone." Milton placed his hand over hers. "Do you have photos of the missing stuff?" "My father was a prosecutor, remember? I took photos of everything. I keep receipts and insurance records, too," she said in the mocking tone her father would use. "Oh, speaking of insurance, Derrik canceled my car insurance. I only found out because I had a flat tire and called them, and they wouldn't send out roadside assistance because I was no longer a customer." "Was this before or after the restraining order?" "Both, it was six weeks ago, so after the temporary one, when you arrested him, but before the more permanent one." Milton hummed. "I'll still be speaking to him about it, make sure all your bank accounts, home,
The entire time she typed, Milton called and yelled at her through the bathroom door.[Hi, this is the Jane your brother-in-law was mentioning in his last message. For what it is worth, I am truly sorry for the cruel pranks he is playing on you. If you do want to get him back for it, you should know people in government jobs get into an embarrassing situation far more easily than us civilians. A good batch of spiked brownies should do the trick, in my opinion. If you want to really screw with him, put the fake wife he gifted you in the trunk of his car. Anonymously report that you saw someone put a girl in a truck. That way he will get pulled over. I would personally love to see how he would get out of that one. Just so you know, I am deleting this text so he can’t see it. If you do respond, make it quick. You have three minutes. I am on your side, brother-in-law.] Pandora bit her lip as she started to watch the time. After two and a half minutes, she started to feel a wave of sadnes
Her brain, of course, went on to lecture about how he was out of her league as well. Her heart relented, reminding her brain that a guy who was even half as attentive as Benjamin had been would be amazing and she sighed again. "You alright?" Benjamin asked, picking up on her sadness. "Yeah, it's just the hormones," she replied, wiping a tear that escaped her eye. Benjamin walked around the store with her and even walked her back to her car. As he put her shopping in the backseat, she noticed a motorcycle parked just down from where she was. "You going straight home from here?" he asked and she nod at him. "Okay, I'll see you on Monday?" Again, she dumbly nodded in agreement before getting into her car. She pulled out and drove toward the street. Looking back, she saw Benjamin standing exactly where she had left him.Smiling, she turned back to driving, losing sight of him as she pulled out of the large lot. She got stopped at a red light and glanced in her rearview mirror. She sa
"That looks nice," he hissed, "but I think it's just carpet burn, and bruising." He carried on his inspection of her leg. When he got to her ankle it was by far the worst of her issues. "This is badly sprained. I'll get my bag and wrap it up for you. Is..." Benjamin stopped talking and seemed to swallow back the words. "…your husband due back soon?" He had to force the words out "No, he's not," she replied calmly. Benjamin returned a nod with the same intensity."Just give me a few minutes."Benjamin came back with his bag and wrapped up her ankle and then placed an ice pack over it. "I'm going to listen to your heart rate, take your blood pressure then we'll look over Jack and Micheal?" Pandora nodded, loving how he was so much like her in the way he called the babies first by the pet names she gave them and now by the names they would have after birth. "Your blood pressure is a little, up," he sighed and then moved back to her bump. "Boys you need to stop giving your momma scar
"I love feeling them move around," she whispered as her head rested on his shoulder. "I know that I am going to miss this, but at the same time, I can't wait to meet them face to face." She felt Benjamin's smile as his breath ghosted over the side of her head. "It is amazing.” Pandora hummed as she thought over what he said. "Do you have kids?" she asked. Benjamin cleared his throat loudly a few times. "No, not yet." "Do you think it will feel the same for you when your wife is having your baby? You must deliver so many do think you'll still feel the magic?" Benjamin seemed to be quiet and she turned to look at him. "It's always magic, but I hope when it's my own, I would feel a connection, unlike anything I've felt before." They fell into their usual stare but her stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the moment. "I'll get you breakfast." "Can't I come down for it? I swear I'll stay on the couch," she begged, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. He chuckled and moved back to her.
"What do you mean empty?" She tilted her head at him. "It's empty, as there's nothing in there– nada. There's not even carpet in the room anymore," he said slowly with his eyes staying on hers. "No," she said, shaking her head. "Benjamin slept there last night," she carried on but Ron just gave her a sympathetic look. She jumped up, but fall back down as a pain shot through her ankle. "Hey, sit back down," Ron pleaded as he rubbed her back. "I want to look; it has to be there!" "It's not," Ron replied, clasping her hand. "I may be a twat at times, but there's no way I would miss a whole bedroom set." She turned and looked at him. "Where the hell is it and who put this up?" she asked, pointing at the computer. "There's more," Ron whispered. "What?" she asked and he sighed. "This was a bad idea," he said under his breath, pulling at his hair. "I was on a dating site the other night putting up a fake profile for Keira." Pandora gave him a displeased look, but he chuckled lightl
She shook her head. "As long as you know there will be no pillow fights in our underwear, we're all good." "Can't we just pretend there will be?" Pandora chuckled and rolled her eyes as he picked her up. "Now show me the room." "You sure you want to see it?" he asked her, stopping outside the spare room. "Yeah." Ron kept a hold of her as he opened the door. Just as he said, the room was empty; not only was there no carpet but the wall hangings were also gone. "We should call that police guy you know," Ron commented as she nodded in agreement. Ron helped her back downstairs and she send Milton a text asking him to drop by. Not even an hour later, Milton was walking through her door. "Hello," he greeted as he eyed up Ron. "Milton, this is a friend of mine, Ron. Ron, this is Milton, he's the detective I told you about." "How are you?" Ron asked confidently. "I'll show you the room." Pandora pulled her eyebrows down in disbelief as Ron swaggered out of her living room. "He's not