The Doctor Who Has No Closure - Victoria Quinn Page 0,85
He slid his hand over his own heart and felt it for a few seconds. “Yeah, it sounds happy.” He moved his hand to mine next, scooping underneath my tit so he could get right next to it. He looked into my eyes as he felt it beat. “It’s a good heartbeat, just seems a little fast.”
“You make it fast.”
His eyes lingered on my face for a while before he gently pulled his hand away. “I got tested yesterday…should get my results tomorrow.”
I knew exactly what test he was talking about, and if he still had his hand on my heart, he would feel it race even more.
“Maybe you should get yours done.”
“I got tested after my last relationship…because he was married. Haven’t been with anyone since.” I’d gone into the doctor’s office right after I found out Vince was married with two kids, and I was so relieved I didn’t have anything.
Dex accepted my answer. “So, are you on birth control or…?”
“The pill.”
He tried to hide his reaction, but his suppressed smirk was visible in his clenched jaw. “Good to know.”
I chuckled at his poor attempt to play it cool. “Yeah. I can’t wait.”
He turned back to me, and this time, he couldn’t hide his smile. “Me neither, baby. Me neither.”
18
Dex
I got an email with my results.
Clean.
I was almost tempted to forward it to Sicily, but I thought that would be super tacky. If the results said otherwise, I would tell her. So, it was best just to let it go unsaid. I hadn’t had this conversation with a woman since…well…Catherine. And that was a long time ago. That kind of freaked me out a little bit, but I chose to let it go.
Don’t think about the past.
Just live in the moment.
Whatever happens…happens.
When I was finished with the residents at the hospital, I went by the bank then headed to my parents’ place. It’d been a while since I’d swung by, and sometimes I ran into the clients who lived there, who would then ask why I’d left the Trinity Building.
Told them it just didn’t work out.
I wasn’t going to tell them I was a heart surgeon now.
I made it to their front door and knocked.
“It’s open.” My dad’s voice was audible from across the room.
I opened the door and stepped inside, in my scrubs and a jacket. It was a little less cold because winter was finally waning, and pretty soon, I wouldn’t freeze without a jacket.
Dad stopped what he was doing in the kitchen and looked up at me, his countenance quickly brightening when he saw me step inside. “Hey, son. What brings you here?”
“Possibly dinner,” I said. “But it depends on what you’re making.”
Mom sat at the dining table with her laptop open. “Veggie burgers.”
“Oh,” I said. “That’s not bad. I’ll stay for dinner.”
“I don’t remember inviting you,” Dad said with a chuckle.
“Come on, I’m always invited.” I walked over to my mom and leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before I joined my dad in the kitchen. “Mind if I grab a beer?”
“Nope.” Dad added another patty to the pan so the fake meat could sizzle. He constructed the other burgers then handed a plate to me. “Give that to your mother.”
“Got it.” I delivered it to Mom, like a waiter working at a restaurant. “Anything else I can get you?”
“I’ll take a beer too.”
I went back into the kitchen and got her one.
Dad finished with the other burger, threw it together with the bun, and then we sat at the dining table together, talking about work, what was new at the Trinity Building, and what else was new with life.
I didn’t mention Sicily.
I wasn’t sure why. I knew they’d be happy.
“So, what’s new with you?” Mom asked. “I assume your charity fund is no longer depleted.”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with now. I shouldn’t have any problems giving my patients financial assistants until next year. The world can be a shitty place, but sometimes you’re reminded how awesome people can be. Really generous.”
Dad nodded. “Well said.”
“Speaking of money…” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the paper. “I wanted you to have this.” When I unfolded it, I realized it was actually the STI panel from the clinic. “Whoa, not that.” I gave an awkward chuckle before I folded it again, certain they didn’t even have a chance to look at it.