He said he recognized me from the picture you have of us from Mom’s wedding. We got to talking and you’re right, he seems like a nice guy.”
“Good. I’m happy you think so.”
“Anyway, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Huh,” I said as I placed my phone on the counter.
“What?” Sara asked.
“That was Nathan. He said he was at Rudy’s and Jack was there and introduced himself to him. He said he recognized him from the picture. Nathan said he seems like a nice guy.” I arched my brow at her.
“He is a nice guy. I just think there’s something off about him.” She smiled. “But we’re good and we won’t talk about Jack anymore.”
“You’re right. No more talk about Jack. I have a question for you,” I said as I took off my shirt and starting walking toward my bedroom.
“What?”
“Do friends with benefits have makeup sex?”
“Hell yeah they do,” she said as she jumped off the couch and followed me to my room.
Chapter 29
Sara
He never disappointed. And this time, it was far better than I ever could have imagined. I wasn’t sure if my body would recover, let alone my mind that was shattered by the feelings that intensified for him. I lay in his arms, his grip on me was tight as my head rested on him. My fingers stroked the flesh of his chest while the faint smell of fire still lingered on him.
“You did an amazing job yesterday delivering that baby,” he spoke.
“Thank you.”
“I was watching the way you performed that C-section, and it looked to me like you were very skilled. Something I rarely see in an ER doctor.”
I lifted my head and sat up, gripping the sheet tightly that was against my naked body.
“I was a surgical resident for three years and then it became too much when my mom’s Alzheimer’s progressed, so I switched to Emergency Medicine. The residency wasn’t as long, and I needed to be there for her as much as I could.”
“So your goal all along was to be a surgeon?”
“Yeah. My mom was a surgeon, and I wanted to be just like her. She always told me I had what it took to be a magnificent surgeon, just like she was. When I was a kid, she’d sometimes let me watch her surgeries from the observation deck. She told me to watch carefully and learn as much as I could. I was always ahead of everyone else. I graduated high school by the time I was sixteen, graduated college in three years, and finished medical school a semester earlier than the rest of the students.”
“Wow. I had no idea. You never mentioned that.”
“It’s not something I like to brag about. My mother did enough of that for me.”
“Do you like being an ER doctor? I mean, truly like it,” he asked.
“I do, but my heart lies in being a surgeon. Life is all about sacrifices and sometimes we have to make that one sacrifice that’s the right choice at the given time.”
He brought his hand up to me and softly stroked my cheek as he stared into my eyes.
“You’re a good person, Sara Davis.”
I gave him a small smile as I placed my hand on his.
“Would you like to come with me tomorrow and meet my mother?” I nervously asked.
“Yeah. I’d like that.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.
The next morning, we got up, got dressed and walked to Easton Gardens. When we stepped inside, Karen greeted us at the front desk.
“Good morning, Sara.” She smiled.
“Good morning, Karen. Is she in her room?”
“Yes. She just got back from breakfast.”
“Thanks.”
I led Mason down the hallway, and when we approached her room, I stopped before opening the door.
“It’s okay,” Mason said as he gripped my shoulders. “I’ve been around Alzheimer patients before.”
Opening the door, we stepped inside and I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed staring out the window.
“Hey, Mom,” I said as I walked over and took hold of her hand.
“Who are you?” she asked as she stared at me.
“I’m Sara, your daughter.”
“Sara.” She smiled. “Look at how much you’ve grown. How are your classes going?”
I looked at Mason, and he gave me a sympathetic smile.
“They’re going good, Mom. I brought someone I’d like you to meet. This is Mason, and he’s a friend of mine.”
She looked at him, and suddenly her eyes widened, and I could see the rage inside them.
“What are you doing here?” she screamed.
“Mom. Calm down,” I said.
“I told