“Good evening, Prez.”
“I’m going to kick your fucking ass!”
“You do that, and then who will watch the brat and his minions?”
“Do you know how much they can drink?” King growled.
“I’m assuming a lot from the smell of them.” George chuckled, then added, “Now, if you will excuse me, I have a woman to claim.”
With that, George disconnected the call and shut down his phone.
Turning to me, he grabbed my face once more and whispered, “The next person who interrupts us will find themselves on the receiving end of my scalpel.”
I chuckled as he tackled me to the bed.
Humming to myself, I smirked as I walked into Beth’s coffee shop the next morning, and Beth greeted me cheerfully. “Good morning, Josie. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“It sure is, Beth.” I grinned, leaning against the counter as I looked at all the yummy goodness before me. I was starving. I barely got any sleep last night. Not that I was complaining.
“So what can I get you?”
“Hmm...” I concentrated, looking at the display case. “I will take a bear claw, one cheese Danish, and give me one of your famous chocolate chip muffins. Would also like two black coffees.”
Smiling, Beth nodded and quickly got to work getting my order. “So, how’s the wedding planning going? It won’t be long now.”
“That’s right. The wedding is next week. So far, everything is going well. LeeAnn seems to be happy with how everything is progressing and isn’t changing too much. Of course, with Laurel beside her, that makes it easier.”
Beth chuckled. “I remember my first wedding to Mike. I planned everything down to the littlest detail. I was so stressed out, I don’t think I even enjoyed the wedding when all was said and done. Now, our second wedding was a lot easier. We just hit up the justice of the peace. No fuss. No muss.”
I wholeheartedly agreed, nodding. “After watching the current drama and everything that goes along with it, I have to agree. A justice of the peace sounds heavenly.”
Beth quirked an eyebrow at me. “Does that mean you and a certain hot doctor are planning on tying the knot?”
Gulping, I blanched. “Uh. No. No wedding bells for me anytime soon.”
Beth gave me one of her sly smiles as she placed two cups of coffee on the counter. “Sure, honey. Whatever you say.”
After paying for my goods, I left Beth’s shop and headed for the clinic. I wanted to pop in and see George before I headed back up to the ski lodge. It was going to be a big day and with guests starting to arrive, I knew the next few days were going to be a challenge. Not only was LeeAnn’s family coming in from Alabama, but a lot of mine and Dad’s relatives would be descending from Louisiana. This wedding was gearing up to be a true Southern wedding.
Walking into the Rosewood clinic, I smiled, seeing Jessica and Dr. Claudia James sitting behind the receptionist’s desk talking to a patient. Both women smiled and waved as I walked past, heading for George’s office.
Juggling the two coffees and the bag of pastries, I managed to open George’s door, only to drop everything and it clattered to the floor as I watched George kiss Emily.
Chapter Twenty-Two
George
Everything was coming up daisy fresh for once in my life.
I was happy. I had my practice, friends, and my club brothers. Granny had Cameron locked down for the day. Gator and his delinquent brothers were sleeping off a drunken bender, and I finally got my girl.
Whistling as I walked into the clinic, all I could think about was my night with Josie and the multiple times I heard her scream my name.
“I know that look.” Jess grinned, leaning back in the chair behind the receptionist’s desk. “Someone had a good night.”
“A gentleman doesn’t tell.” I smirked.
Jess chuckled. “Too bad you’re not a gentleman. So spill.”
