“Fuck, Meg.”
“I already said I’m done. I meant it.”
“Damn straight you meant it.”
“Why does this bother you so much? It’s not your money.”
“It’s not about the money. It’s about that woman taking advantage of you, and you letting her, and it kills me that you’ve been going without when you didn’t need to be.”
“I don’t go without.” I shake my head and push my hands though my hair in frustration. “Trust me, Will, I know what it is to go without. This isn’t it. I have everything I need. I’m fine.”
“You’re fine.”
“I’m fine,” I repeat. “I don’t need to be rich. I’m happy with what I have. You do know that I’m not with you because of your fat contract, right?”
He laughs like I’ve just said the most absurd thing he’s ever heard. “Trust me, babe, you’re no gold digger.”
“Well, there you go then.” I shrug.
He goes back to my toes, and we sit in silence, the game playing in the background, as he carefully paints each little toe. When he’s done with the second coat, he replaces the wand, tightens the bottle and then blows on my toes to help them dry.
It tickles.
“Your toes are so small,” he comments softly.
I sigh as I just watch him pamper my feet. This big, strong man, gently painting my tiny toes. It’s adorable.
And sweet.
He loves me.
“Thanks for painting them,” I murmur.
“You’re welcome,” he replies with a grin. “It wasn’t so hard.”
“Maybe I’ll let you paint them from now on,” I wink at him and he chuckles, sending shivers through me. I love his voice. I love making him laugh.
“I think I’ll just send you to the spa with Jules and Nat.”
“You’re not sending me…”
“Shut up, Megan.” He pulls me into his lap, careful not to mess up my fresh paint, and kisses me hard, until we’re both breathless. “Just let me spoil you a little, okay?”
“You do spoil me.”
He brushes a strand of hair off my cheek and kisses my forehead, then settles me against him so we can finish the football game.
“Get used to it,” he whispers.
* * *
“How was vacation?” Jill asks as she leans on the counter next to me where I’m charting and passes me a Starbucks.
“Fantastic,” I reply with a smug grin.
“I hate you. You know that, right?”
“You love me.” I laugh at her and give her a hug. “It’s good to be back. Thanks for this.”
It’s Tuesday, and we are working the morning shift.
“How’s your man?”
“Good. Working.” I shrug and dive back into my chart.
“How long does he work anyway? I know nothing about what those guys do during the week.”
“Well, it varies. Yesterday they trained in the morning and then watched films and had meetings the rest of the day. He didn’t get home until about eight last night.”
“Wow, long days.”
“Yeah, it’ll be the same today. They’re working extra hard since they all took last week off.”
“Cool.” She smiles encouragingly.
The phone at my elbow rings, and I pick it up. “Pediatric Oncology, this is Megan.”
“Hey, Meg this is Lyle in security. Just wanted to give you the heads up that Mr. Montgomery is on his way up to you.”
I frown and turn toward the elevators as I hear them ding and see Will walk off, grinning from ear to ear, heading straight for me.
“Thanks, Lyle.” I hang up and cross to him. “What’s up?”
He just hugs me, pulling me off my feet and spins me in a circle, and then kisses me like crazy, in front of everyone.
Every. One.
“Uh, Will, I’m working.” I laugh and pull back, confused, but pleased with how excited he looks. “What is going on with you?”
“Stacy had the baby this morning. I just came from there.” He’s so proud.
“Oh! That’s awesome! How are they?”
“Perfect. Stace is tired, but she did great. The baby is tiny and adorable, and Isaac can’t stop staring at him. I’d call him a pussy, but I can’t blame him. The little guy is great.”
“I’m so happy, for all of you.” I run my hands down his chest, but I catch the quick frown between his eyes before it’s gone, replaced by his handsome smile.
“Thank you. So, I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by.”
“I’m so glad you did. I can’t wait to congratulate them.”
“They’ll all be at mom and dad’s on Sunday, but you’re welcome to stop in and see them later today. I think they’ll be in the hospital until Thursday.”
“Okay, I will. For sure. I got them some gifts I can’t wait to give them.”
“You did?” He grins again, delighted with me.
“Of course.” I shrug shyly. “New babies need new things. Plus, you’ll approve of what I got.”
“What is it?”
“Baby football gear. He’ll be all decked out on Sunday to cheer on his uncle Will.”
Will’s eyes go soft and he pulls me to him and kisses me again, softly, brushing his lips over mine, and I don’t care who sees. He buries his fingers in my hair and holds on tight as he devours me with his lips.