Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“What is that thing?”
“It’s a juicer.”
“Where did it come from?”
“I brought it in. I like fresh juice in the morning.” He winked. “Plus, I thought you might be needing some extra Vitamin C and potassium this morning.”
I took the glass from Simon’s hand, while he spoke to Brendan. “Go get your backpack, kiddo, or we’re going to be late.”
Brendan took off running. “Late?” I was so confused.
“For school.” Simon plated the pancake and set it down on the table. He then pulled a bottle of Motrin from his scrubs pant pocket and pointed to the chair. “Sit. Eat. I’ll drop Brendan off and be back to clean up before I go to the hospital.”
I was still sitting at the kitchen table when Simon returned from dropping Brendan at school. He leaned one hip against the counter and folded his arms across his chest—which was, unfortunately for me, now covered with a shirt.
“Thank you so much for covering for me this morning. I can’t believe I overslept. I didn’t even hear my phone alarm go off.”
“That’s because it didn’t.”
“It didn’t? How do you know?”
“Because I turned it off last night before you turned in.”
“Why did you do that?”
Simon shrugged. “So you can sleep in.”
“Well, thank you. It’s been a really long time since I did that. And, God, it’s also been a really long time since I had a hangover. That wine really went to my head last night. I hope I wasn’t talking your ear off or anything. To be honest, it’s all a bit fuzzy.”
Simon took my empty plate to the sink. “Not at all. We had a nice chat and then you went off to bed.”
I sighed. “Oh, good.”
“After you read me your book.”
I froze. “What?”
Simon chuckled and put his hands on my shoulders. “Relax, luv. I’m teasing.”
“Thank God.”
He went back to finish loading the dishes. I didn’t have the energy to even offer to help. Plus, when he bent over in his scrubs, I could see the muscles in his ass flex. I might have been hungover, but I wasn’t blind.
When he was all done, he swung a chair around backward and straddled it at the table. “So, tell me your criteria for a bloke?”
“What?”
“Our double date.”
Crap. I’d forgotten all about that conversation last night. It was the wine talking. And maybe a bit of jealousy watching Simon go out on his date, too. “I’m not ready for that yet, Simon.”
He squinted. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re just afraid to get back in the saddle.”
For a guy I’d only known for a week, he’d figured me out pretty quick. Although I wasn’t about to admit that. “I’m not afraid.”
“Good, so it’s settled then.” He pulled a folded-up piece of paper from the chest pocket of his scrubs. “And here’s my wish list.”
“Your wish list?”
“For my fix-up. I thought you’d like some guidelines.”
I unfolded the paper. He’d written out a checklist of about five sentences. “They’re not in any particular order.”
His chicken scratch was barely legible. “Do they teach you to write like a seven year old in medical school?”
“Give me that. I’ll read it to you.” He reached over to take the paper from my hands, but I pulled it out of his reach.
“I’m a nurse. Just give me a second, and I’ll decipher it. It’s part of my job, apparently. Let’s see. Number one—no Pomeranians.”
Simon elaborated, “Better make that no little dogs, in general. Do you want a pencil to take down notes?”
I laughed. “No, that’s okay. I think I can handle remembering. No cute dogs as animal soulmates. Got it. What’s next? Let’s see. Number two—Apple bonnet?” My brows drew together.
Simon corrected me. “That’s apple bottom. I like a full rear. I was going to write badunkadonk, but I wasn’t sure how to spell that.”
“You want me to check out a woman’s ass before I fix you up?”
“Oh, come on. You women are always sizing each other up.”
“We are not.”
“Sure you aren’t. Go on, read number three. I don’t have all day. I have to get to the hospital and save lives like a superhero.”
“Number three—must like the outdoors. Well that one is a reasonable request.”
“All of my requests are reasonable.”
I ignored him in favor of continuing with his list. “Number four—must dislike Celine Dion.” I looked up at him. “What’s wrong with Celine?”
“She annoys me.”
“Her singing?”
“Nope. Just her, in general.”
“You’re bizarre, Simon Hogue.”
“So you’ve said.”
“Alright, what’s the last requirement? Let’s see, number five. No starfish.” I scrunched up my nose. “What do you have against starfish? They’re so pretty and harmless.”
Simon chuckled. “Not the marine echinoderm. A starfish. You know…” He leaned back from the chair, balanced on his ass, and spread all four of his arms and legs wide. “A woman who spreads her arms and legs during shagging and doesn’t get into it. She just lies there like a starfish. They’re usually silent, too.”