Lightning Strikes
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“Smarty.”
Her fingers caressed his chest, then edged lower. “I’d forgotten how good it was between us.”
He groaned. “Not me. I dreamed about being inside you all the time.”
Her breathing turned shallow. “You did?”
“I swear it.”
She increased the pressure, feeling him grow hard again.
“Are you enjoying torturing me?”
Without answering him, she began a massagelike movement.
“How ’bout today?” he ground out, as if in pain. “Us getting married, that is.”
“What about your mother?”
“What about her?” Noah’s voice was so hoarse she could barely understand him.
Amanda’s touch continued.
“Do we have to talk about her now?”
“Yes,” she insisted.
“She’ll come around, you’ll see, especially when she holds our child in her arms.”
Her hand stilled. “Are you sure…you want another child?”
“Oh, honey, how could you ask that? Of course I want to make a baby with you.”
“Maybe we’ve already done that.”
“I couldn’t think of anything I’d like better.”
She frowned suddenly. “I hate the thought of getting married without Randi—”
He brushed her lips. “Me, too, but maybe we won’t have to. We have to think she’s all right.”
Amanda’s fingers busied themselves again.
“If you don’t stop now I’m going to—”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” she said in a teasing voice, lifting a leg over his thigh and guiding him into her.
Moments later, he sighed, cradling her against him. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
“Me, neither.”
“So what about your job?” he asked, running his hand through her soft hair.
“Do I still want to leave Vanderbilt? Is that what you’re asking?”
“Yep.”
Amanda hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I love working ER.”
“I love working you.”
She pinched him again. “I’m serious.”
“Oh, honey, so am I.”
“You couldn’t still be—”
“Horny?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I am. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, which means I’ll probably walk around the hospital with a permanent hard-on, unless you do leave.”
She chuckled at that image. “Some of your patients might not take too kindly to that.”
“Who cares?”
“You do.”
He grinned.
“Seriously, I’ve always wanted to go into sports medicine.”
“Then go for it. I’ll back you. Money’s no problem, especially now that I’m going to be chief of surgery.”
“Oh, Noah, that’s great!”
“I’m pretty proud.”
“What about Riley?”
“I imagine he’s sucking on bitter weeds about now.”
“Well, I hate it for him, but I love it for you.”
He kissed her on the top of the head. “That’s my girl.”
“Still, I’ll pay you back.”
“Forget that. What’s mine is yours. Don’t forget that, either.”
“Oh, Noah, I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“Despite all the heartache and tragedies, this has ended up being the best thirty-six hours of my life.”
“I second that, my love.” He kissed her on the nose. “You’ll never be sorry you gave me a second chance.”
She kissed him long and hard before looking deep into his eyes. “Forever.”
“Forever, my love.”
About the Author
Mary Lynn Baxter has written over forty books. She is now retired, and instead of creating romance and mystery in her head, she reads others who do. Her love of reading has never diminished nor has her love for working out at the gym. Her latest passion, however, is beading flatware in her home. While her life away from the computer is certainly different, it is nonetheless fulfilling.
ISBN-13: 9781460343098
Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Mary Lynn Baxter for her contribution to the 36 Hours series.
Lightning Strikes
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