Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2 - Plot & Excerpts
He swung one leg over his bike and unclipped his helmet. He’d given her time to calm down. To think. To sort through what had happened on her own. Eleven o’clock at night—yet she still hadn’t relented and called him as he’d hoped. Damn it, he had a sweet craving. For the millionth time this hour, he pressed Redial. Two short bursts before Brielle’s voice mail kicked on assured him that she hadn’t bothered to listen to the messages he’d left her periodically this afternoon. Whether intentionally or not, he must really have hurt her for her to hold out so long. He’d assumed full responsibility. He should never have given her his phone. Not with all the old data in there. In fact, after she left, he’d scoured his address book, deleting every single one of his just-for-fun lovers. Talk about a statement. His attitudes had changed overnight. Or over lunch, last weekend. He paused by the wildflower beds and plucked a daisy from the bunch. A cheery flower for a bright young woman.
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