When he pulled to a stop outside my building, another doorman held the door open for me, a polite smile already in place. "Good evening, Mr. Shaw.""Good evening, Charles." I tucked my phone into my pocket and glanced over my shoulders at Johnathan, who leaned against the car door to watch me. "I'll see you at the usual time tomorrow, Jonathan.""Yes, sir. Have a good night, Mr. Shaw.""You too, Jonathan." I took the stairs two at a time, my stomach grumbling in protest the entire time. Charles pressed the elevator button for me before moving back to his earlier position behind the front desk. The lobby was empty and dimly lit, giving it a strange and eerie glow.In the elevator, I answered a few more emails while I waited.My shoes were quiet as I moved down the carpeted hallway to my apartment on the other side of the floor. Mary had the door propped open and was leaning against it when I swept in. Already, the entire house was gleaming, and the smell of steamed vegetables and roast
RachelI let the door click shut behind me before leaning against it. With both eyes squeezed shut, I lifted a hand to my face and rubbed in slow, circular motions. Over and over, I kept seeing Bernard’s face lit up in confusion and joy as he recognized me.I’d known it the minute I rounded the corner and set eyes on him.I should’ve quit then and there.But I hadn’t.Instead, I’d tried to steer him clear of any mention of the past while my mind raced with possibilities. Not only did I have to consider walking away from a job I needed, but I also had to make sure Bernard didn’t contact me again.He could never find out about Ron.Or he was going to take him away for good.Considering he hadn’t been a part of his son’s life for the past five years, I expected nothing else. Even though I’d tried and failed to find him again after our night together, none of that was going to matter to Bernard. All he was going to care about was the fact that he’d missed out on the past five years.And w
Bernard"Has Ms. Booth called?"Mary stood in the doorway to my office, a furrow appearing between her brows. "No, sir. Would you like me to call her for you?"I shook my head and sat down behind my desk. "No, thank you, Mary. If she calls, make sure you let me know."Mary shifted from one foot to the other and hesitated. "Is everything alright, sir?"I pushed my chair closer to the desk and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, why wouldn't it be?""You don't seem happy about my choice of housekeeper, sir," Mary continued, pausing to fold her hands together. "I can find you someone else if Ms. Booth is unsuitable.""No, she's fine. There are just some scheduling issues we need to work through."Mary stood up straighter and straightened her back. "I can take care of whatever issues there are, sir.""That won't be necessary, Mary. Thank you. I'll let you know if I need your help."Mary nodded and let the door click shut behind her.For the rest of the day, I tried to bury myself in work, alternatin
Rachel"So, you haven't heard back, huh?""Maybe he fired me." I shook my head and lifted the mug up to my lips. "I wouldn't blame him if he did. Working for him with our history was going to be awkward.""What history?" Taylor materialized in the hallway and fussed over her appearance in the mirror. "The two of you slept together once. That's not history. That's called a one-night stand."I took another sip of my coffee and winced. "Yeah, but we have a son together.""A son he doesn't know about," Taylor pointed out, pausing to adjust the collar of her shirt and toss her hair over her shoulders. "You are planning on telling him, right?"I sighed and set the mug down with a little too much force. "I don't know. I haven't decided yet."Taylor twisted to face me and arched a brow. "What do you mean you haven't decided? He's Ron's father. He deserves to know the truth.""I don't even know what kind of man he is. He was nice and sweet the day we met, but then he just disappeared."Taylor
I grabbed my purse and coat off the table behind the door. He held his arm out for me, but I ignored it and raced down the stairs ahead of him. When I saw the uniformed driver parked next to Taylor's front lawn, I paused."We can walk," Bernard offered, with a quick nod in the driver's direction. "Johnathan, why don't you take a break? I'll call you when I'm done.""Of course, Mr. Shaw."In silence, we settled into a slow walk, with the sun beating down on our backs and the smell of freesias lingering in the air. A few blocks away, the houses gave way to a sprawling complex with a mall, an outdoor cinema, and a few cafes with tables set up on the sidewalks. I made a beeline for the empty one in the corner,with Bernard hot on my heels. He pulled out a chair for me and waited till I was seated before taking the chair opposite me.After we ordered some drinks and appetizers, I sat back and linked my fingers together over the table. "So, what did you want to talk about?"Bernard folded hi
Rachel"I'm home," Taylor called out before the door clicked shut behind her. "Where is everyone?"I twisted to the side and waved at her from my spot on the carpeted living room floor. Ron sat opposite me, a furrow between his brows and a look of fierce concentration on his face. His fingers moved steadily over the sheets of paper and crayons lined up neatly in front of him.Taylor set her bag down by the door and kicked off her shoes. "What are you guys doing on the floor?""We're coloring, Aunty Tay," Ron responded without looking up. "Do you want to come and color with us?"Taylor ran a hand over her face and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "I would love to."Slowly, she lowered herself onto the floor next to us and adjusted the folds of her skirt around her. "How was your day today, buddy?""We're learning about numbers at school," Ron responded, pausing to wipe a hand over his face. "I don't like numbers. They're boring."Taylor patted his head. "I'm sure they'll get more inter
I paused and reached for my drink. With a frown, I stared at Taylor, a woman I'd known since high school, and tried to determine what to tell her. Having opened her home and heart to us, the last thing I wanted was to insult or offend her in any way. However, there was also no denying that Taylor had no idea what she was talking about.She didn't know what it was like to make mistakes.Or lose control for one night.As far as Taylor was concerned, there were rules for a reason, and coloring inside the lines all of her life had gotten her the life she wanted. She had a beautiful house in the suburbs, a job she loved, and the kind of financial stability most people craved. Although Taylor was generous and had not hesitated when I needed her, I knew she was never going to understand what it was like for me.Being forced to jump from one job to the next.Never being given a chance to prove myself.I didn't regret having Ron, and I was never going to.Yet, now and then, I found myself wond
BernardI threw the covers off and wandered into the kitchen. There, I rummaged around, using the pale light of the moon until I found a glass. After filling it up with water, I leaned against the counter and looked out at the balcony overlooking the Hollywood sign.Only I couldn't stop seeing Rachel's face.I saw her panic and confusion when I confronted her about her son.Had I pushed her too hard?Was there a better way I could've handled it?I couldn't tell for sure.All I knew was that I'd spent the past few hours tossing and turning while sleep eluded me. After our lunch, I had made my way back to the office and attended a litany of meetings followed by a steady barrage of phone calls. By the end of it all, I'd been exhausted but relieved.It had left me with very little time to stare at my phone.But Rachel hadn't left my thoughts, nor had the little boy with the familiar eyes.With a slight shake of my head, I finished the rest of my water and stared at the clock on the wall,
Olivia“This is completely unprofessional. We’ve scheduled this checkup for days, and he should be here on time.”Bryan Wells looks at me like it’s my fault, his scowl darkening his features. I don’t know what to say. I’ve already informed him that Luke’s in the middle of an emergency surgery and it’s running longer than anticipated due to some complications—and we already informed Bryan this morning, too, which makes this the second time.I clear my throat and try again.“I’m sorry about this, Mr. Wells. We didn’t expect Dr. Jennings to handle a surgery today, but it can’t be postponed. Rest assured, though, that he will cater to you first thing as soon as the new appointment is set. If you could kindly tell me when you are available again?—”“I’m available now. I came here expecting the checkup now.”I pause. “This morning, we sent you an email informing you about the situation and?—”“Are you his secretary?”I blink, not missing the condescending tone. My shoulders stiffen, but I k
I nod, not about to tell her that I'm confident there will be. I can see the clear enjoyment on her face as we stroll toward the flowers, which are even more beautiful up close. When the breeze picks up and she shivers, I remove my coat and place it over her shoulders, then openly appreciate her dress."You know what my new favorite is?"Olivia sends me a curious look. "What?"I wink. "Black dresses. Specifically, you in them."She laughs hard, and it's the most melodic sound there is. I rub her shoulders to add an extra layer of warmth, but really, it's just an excuse to pull her closer to me.And when she doesn't protest, I can't think of a more perfect date than this.When I walk Olivia to her doorstep, I thank her for spending the night with me and for giving me a chance. Her smile turns shy."I should be the one thanking you, Luke. You made so much effort and I like how we spent the date.""You do?""Yeah. It was pretty amazing."I can't help but agree. Then I can't help looking
Luke"I'm not going to lie, I was expecting you to go a different route. You know, the typical fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant, with you showing off your knowledge of wines and some menu that I can't even pronounce."Olivia's tone is laced with humor, and I can't help but laugh. Then I shake my head as I guide her inside the movie theater, where the carpets are lush, and the most lit area is the concession stand."To be fair, I've taken most of my dates to fancy restaurants, but I want it to be different for us."Curiosity shines in her eyes as she looks around before we stop at the concession stand. It's a long area filled with glass displays of goods and a menu on the wall. I wait for her to read everything."Wait...shouldn't they just offer stuff like popcorn, candies, and soda? They have quite a variety of food." She then glances from side to side. "And where is everyone?"I bite back a grin. "Don't be mad, but I kind of rented the whole place for the night so we could have it
My skin buzzes at the sound of his deep voice. I have a second to wonder if it's my imagination before I glance toward the door where Luke is standing.In the flesh. Looking so good that it hurts.At my lack of response, he cautiously slips in and closes the door with a lock clicking, shutting us out from the rest of the world. My heart picks up speed as his gaze roams over me, then settles on my face. I swallow and finally push down my speechlessness."Luke...what are you doing here?"He's silent for a while as he just looks at me. Then he clears his throat."I saw you earlier. Wearing that...looking like that. You took my breath away, but you were gone just as quickly."The way he says it...I can hear his longing. The smile from earlier is gone, replaced by a desire glimmering deep in his gaze. There's a triumphant feeling inside me that he never looked at the gorgeous woman in white this way, but it's immediately smothered by the knowledge that they're still a much better pairing t
Olivia"Hey, Liv! I'm glad you could make it!"I grin at Wanda, who's already with Maria and Jasper when I find her. The three make a beeline toward me, giving me hugs before they take in what I'm wearing. A round of oohs and aahs come, and my cheeks heat up."Come on, guys. I just got this from a thrift shop. And it's basic black."The event was announced long ago: a small charity party with the doctors, the staff, and some of the hospital's major sponsors in attendance, held at the largest conference room. It didn't sink into my mind that it would be a semi-formal event or that it would fall on my day off until yesterday, but the black dress that has always been in my closet is a lifesaver.Medical assistants are not obligated to go, but the director wants us to. Nurses don't have to, but Maria and Jasper are free and said they wouldn't miss getting all glamoured up for the world.Maria rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Sweetheart, if I looked like that in black, I would wear it every
I nod. "Yeah. For when the software has some technical problems and someone has questions about how to use the device."Henry shakes their hands, including Riley's. A seasoned veteran of life, he's friendly, outgoing, and pretty much will shake anyone's hand, which makes him perfect for his department. "Pleased to meet you both. Luke hasn't brought a lot of guests here, so it's good to see some new faces. Are you customers of the product? Or perhaps you're a new member of the team?" He beams at Riley. "And who's this sweetheart?"I look at Olivia, unsure how to play this. But before I can answer, Riley speaks first."I'm Luke's daughter."It's like a bomb dropping-at least, it feels that way to me and Olivia, if her wide eyes and stupefied expression are any indication. My head whips toward Riley, who is smiling at Henry, with Henry eyeing her curiously."You are?"She nods. "Luke is my dad." Then she turns to me. "You're my dad, aren't you?"Color me stunned and rendered speechless.
LukeBeing in Olivia’s house again after taking her so thoroughly a week ago feels more intimate than I anticipated, but it’s also exciting. It’s my third playdate with Riley, who doesn’t have movie-watching in mind this time.“I still have homework, Luke, and I should finish it today.”“Oh. Do you want help with it?”“No. I want to do my homework by myself. Mom says to ask for help if I’m confused, but I’m not confused.”It’s another way of saying she’s independent, which amuses me as I follow her to a room that her mom made into her homework area. The small table is already littered with books, crayons, and the like. I watch Riley start coloring before I gingerly sit on the stool beside her.Immediately, she giggles. “You’re too big for the chair, Luke.”I grin. “It’s okay. I just want to watch you.”She finishes coloring and starts on some math problems. I wait for her to ask for help. But she doesn’t. Realizing my presence might be a detriment more than anything, I carefully stand
I curl my hand inward until his head tilts just a little bit to rest on it. Luke emits a longer sigh, his weariness visible. But he doesn't even care about that.The guy who acts out in front of everyone, sometimes even to patients, has a good heart. I've seen glimpses of it throughout our interactions and the way he treats Riley, but I guess I've been holding back from fully seeing this side of him. He's also just human-the type who, at the end of the day, feels for his patients and gets affected by their condition no matter how hard he tries to separate himself from them.It's this understanding that propels me forward until I'm no longer just cupping his cheek but hugging him, too. I can sense his surprise from his sudden tension, but it's gone in a blink as his arms wrap around me. I know I'm the one comforting him, but the warmth he emits is a source of comfort for me, too."Liv...what is this?"His voice is gruff and just a little bit confused."I just thought you needed a hug."
OliviaI pace the office, done with work, and find myself stuck with nothing to do. I’m sure many people would kill for that problem, but without anything to do, my mind can’t help running a mile a minute as I wait for the person I need to speak with the most.I jump at the knock on the door, then turn to Wanda as she peeks in.“Hey. Wanna get some of that fresh bread down the street before we head home?”I force a smile out. “Sounds great, but I’ll have to pass. I’m staying for a bit.”“Isn’t it past your work hours?”“Yes, but I need to check in with Dr. Jennings about the surgery progress. It’s easier to record everything now than tomorrow.”She shakes her head and mutters about me working too hard, then waves and leaves. I glance at the clock. I should be going home, but it’s one of those lucky days where Nancy asked to stay longer since she needs the extra cash.But as it turns out, I don’t have to wait long as Luke walks in a few minutes later, already scrubbed down.I already h