Triplets for The Millionaire - K.C. Crowne Page 0,39
mentioned I wanted to take her out for an adventure. I swear, the woman’s beautiful and smart and everything else. But she’s crazy guarded.”
Finn glanced away for a moment in thought before picking up his bottle of Gatorade and holding it against his head. “She’s a doctor – you ever dated one before?”
“Plenty of traveling nurses. But not sure if dated is the right word…”
He held up his hands. “Say no more. But high-performin’ doctors like her…they’re a different breed. I don’t know Lola well enough to tell you exactly what’s goin’ on in her head. But I can say she’s as driven as they come. She busts her arse at her Pitt office, and whatever free time she has left she spends at the free clinic.”
I hopped off the treadmill and grabbed my bottle of water. My heart was still racing from the run, my blood pumping hard in my veins.
“That explains her text today.” Finn cocked his head to the side in curiosity. “I sent her a simple ‘good morning,’ and she said the same right back.”
He scrunched his forehead in confusion, as if he thought he’d missed something. “And?”
“And that’s it. She said good morning but nothin’ else.”
“Maybe she’s just not big on textin’. Kenna’s the same way. And besides, you really want a textin’ chatterbox blowin’ up your phone all damn day?”
“No, it’s not that. More like I was hopin’ to put her mind at ease about our date tomorrow. No doubt she’s worried about it. I’d hoped she’d, you know, open up a bit, tell me what was on her mind.”
He nodded in understanding. “Well, guess she’s not the type to share that kind of info. Maybe she’ll let you in a bit tomorrow when you see her.”
Finn followed his words with a look of confusion – or sly understanding.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothin’.” He got up and grabbed his towel, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Just thinkin’ about how strange it is to hear you talkin’ about a woman like this.”
I stepped over to the towel rack and grabbed one of my own, wiping the sweat from my face and arms and chest. “What’re you goin’ on about?”
“Namely, that you’re talkin’ about one woman. I remember the last time you were in town you had three lasses goin’ on at once. And you barely mentioned ‘em. And that’s how you’ve always been since we were wee lads.”
“Busy,” I said. “Too much goin’ on with work to have a full dance card.”
He chuckled as if he didn’t believe me for a second. “That, or you really like Lola.”
I scoffed. “Don’t psychoanalyze’ me, brother. She’s caught my attention and I want to see her again. Simple as that.”
He clapped his hand on my shoulder as he stepped by me, making his way over to the water fountain to top off his bottle.
“Likin’ a woman’s nothin’ to be ashamed about. It’s what got me to where I am, after all.”
“Well, that’s all well and good for you. But I’m not exactly thinkin’ about marriage and kids.”
He turned and leaned against the wall. “Listen, don’t read too much into what I’m sayin’. All I’m tryin’ to get across is that it’s good to see you interested in a woman because you like her on more than just a physical level.”
“Now, that’s not true. Every woman I’m with it’s because there’s somethin’ special about her.”
“Sure, sure. But there’s obviously somethin’ more goin’ on here. Somethin’ I haven’t seen since—”
“Alright, don’t go sayin’ she-who-will-not-be-named.”
He laughed. “Come on now – she’s not Voldemort.”
“Just as bad, if you ask me.”
“Fay. You can say her name. Hell, it’ll be good for you to do it.”
I shook my head. “The less I think about her, the better. Last time I date some spoiled, wanna-be model.”
I didn’t want to talk about her. But now that the subject had been broached, the urge to vent rose in me. “I swear, how the hell did I ever fall for that woman? Obnoxious, arrogant, spoiled to the core. One of those women who thinks that because she’s beautiful she can get whatever she wants.”
“Hate to say I told you so, brother, but, well, I told you so,” he said, chuckling. “I spotted her as a gold-digger from day one. And when you told me about the little fit she threw in Zurich because you didn’t buy her the twenty-thousand-dollar tennis bracelet she wanted…I knew that it was only a matter of time.”