Rachel"I feel like I've hardly seen you lately," Taylor commented from her spot in the hallway. She piled her hair on top of her head before twisting to face me, a furrow appearing between her brows. "I take it things are still going well with Bernie.""A lot better than I thought they would," I admitted over the rim of my mug. "I can't believe how well things are going."Or how easily he fit into our lives.Over the past few weeks, we had fallen into a routine of sorts, with Bernie picking us up in the morning and dropping us off at his house in the afternoon. In the beginning, I was reluctant to change Ron's life so drastically, especially with very little warning, but having him with me while I cleaned and did the housework meant less stress and pressure on Taylor and her parents.Given everything they'd done for me, I was more than happy to give them a break. Knowing that Bernie looked forward to coming home to us helped too. In the evenings, when he came, looking exhausted but p
Rachel“We need to hang out tonight,” Taylor said in between puffs. “I hardly ever see you anymore since you’ve moved out.”“You come over every other day,” I reminded her. I set the phone down on the nightstand and set it to speaker. Then I unfolded the sheet and spread it over the bed. When I climbed onto the bed to smooth out the wrinkles, I imagined Bernard there, with a hungry look in his eyes, and blushed.I loved spending a few hours in his bed while Ron dozed off in the guest room.Every night, it got harder and harder to scoop Ron up into my arms and make my way down the dark hallway. And each morning, when I saw Bernard in our kitchen, bent over the stove or leaning over the counter while he checked his emails, my heart gave an odd little lurch.Months later, I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was in our lives.It still felt like a dream I’d landed in the middle of.And never wanted to wake up from.The three of us had fallen into a routine where we had breakfast in
Adapting to a new environment was hard enough, and I didn't want to add whispers and gossip to the list of things Ron had to contend with. With that in mind, I strode in the direction of Bernard's office, shoes squeaking steadily against the hardwood floors. Once I reached Mary's desk, situated outside his office, I stopped and gave her a bright smile. She looked up from the computer and did a double-take when she recognized me."Rachel, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?""Hi, Mary." I tucked my hair behind my ears and gave her a small smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Mr. Shaw forgot a USBstick at home. It looked important, so I thought it would bring it by."Mary nodded and leaned back in her chair. "Why don't you sit down? He's in a meeting, so I'll let him know as soon as he's done."With one last smile in her direction, I took a seat on one of the plush leather chairs lined up against the wall. As soon as I did, I took the USB stick out of my pocket and turned it over a
Bernard"Why don't we put a movie on for Ron in his room?""It's not his room," Rachel replied without looking at me. "It's the guest room. His room is in the other apartment.""This room is like a spare room," I replied, pausing to wrap my arms around her waist. Rachel continued to scrub the dishes, ignoring me altogether. "I know that you're not ready to move in with me, but I hope you think of this place as your home."Rachel made a low noise in the back of her throat and didn't say anything.I pushed her hair to the front and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "I wish you didn't have to leave every night.""Ron can't sleep by himself.""He could sleep here," I whispered into her skin. "He loves it here, and so do you."Rachel cleared her throat. "I'm going to leave after I finish washing the dishes."I pressed my face to the back of her neck and exhaled. "Why? There's still time before Ron has to sleep.""I'm not feeling well."She squirmed, and I let my hand fall to my sides.
Given the issues we'd been having in the company lately, from software problems to interns being poached by our rivals, the last thing I wanted was to hear from Michael Shaw himself.Especially because my father had a way of making me feel worse about everything.I stared at the phone until it stopped ringing.A few moments later, it started again, and I squinted at it. Reluctantly, I set the phone down on the counter and put him on speaker. "Hello.""I was beginning to think you weren't going to answer.""I was busy," I replied before shifting from one foot to the other. "Is everything okay?""I heard Carla is back in town," my father said after a brief pause. "I never did understand why the two of you broke things off, especially when you know how important an alliance between the two of you is.""Carla and I aren't a good match, dad. We want very different things. I told you this already."My father scoffed. "Nonsense. The two of you just needed time to adapt to each other. These t
Rachel"You still haven't told him, huh?"I hoisted the laundry basket up and eyed Taylor over the top. She sat on my living room couch, legs tucked underneath her, hair piled on top of her head, and a glass of wine in her hand. With a slight shake of her head, she took a few sips and sighed."I don't know how to tell him."Taylor raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it has anything to do with that. I think you just don't want to."With a grunt, I set the laundry basket down on the coffee table and sat down opposite it on the brown leather armchair. "Why wouldn't I want to?""Because you've been waiting for the other shoe to drop this entire time. Now that it has, you think it'll be easier this way."I leaned forward and reached for a pair of pants. "I don't know what you're talking about."Taylor swung her legs forward and leaned back against the pillows. "Yes, you do. Rach, I love you, I do, but it's like you're afraid of being happy.""I am not afraid of being happy. Why would I be?"
Taylor smiled. "See? You're still an important part of his life. Just because Carla is back in the picture doesn't mean that's going to change.""You don't know that."Taylor stood up and took her glass of wine with her. She finished off the rest of it before washing it in the sink. I watched her as she set it out to dry before coming back. Wordlessly, she lowered herself onto the carpeted floor in front of me and reached for a pile of clothes."I thought you hated doing laundry.""I do, but I love you more," Taylor replied with a smile. "And the sooner you get done with this, the sooner you can call Bernard to remind him about Ron's school event in a few days."I sat up straighter and cleared my throat. "I don't know if he will be able to make it.""He's made it to all the events so far, hasn't he? Besides, didn't you already tell him?"I nodded and glanced down at the towel in my lap. "I did.""So, you're just calling to remind him. There's nothing wrong with that."In silence, I fo
Bernard"We need to offer them better packages," I said, pausing to press two fingers to my forehead. I rubbed in slow, circular motions and ignored the niggling sensation in the back of my skull. "And better job benefits.""It should be enough." Raymond sat up straighter and crossed one leg over the other. "We should look into holding an event."I let my hands fall to the desk and stared at him. "An event?""Yeah, a lot of the other companies are holding these events to allow prospective employees the chance to tour the company, ask questions, etc."I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know that.""Yeah, the recruitment process has changed," Raymond replied with a shrug. "So, we need to stay ahead of the game."I nodded and straightened my back. "Of course. Let's look into that and see when we can have one of these events.""You'll need to bring Carla into the fold.""She's only been here two weeks.""And she's already closed a deal with that oil company," Raymond pointed out with a smile.
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