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chill on that subject, seriously. What the shit. “Even then, if we do end up together, I don’t want your money. I’ll work for my own.” There you go. Get the damn message, BC.
    “So you think about us like that?” he asked, smiling. Yeah, I could hear him smile. It was ridiculous.
    Cautiously, I tiptoed around the subject. “The future, you mean?”
    “Yes, Emma, about the future.”
    Should I lie? Honestly, the future was dominating my mind as of late. Since Nikki bombarded herself back into the picture, it was all I thought about before I went to sleep. “I do. Not so much before, but now, yeah. Constantly. ”
    He took a second before asking, “What do you see in it?”
    Getting slicker, weren’t we? The subject was critical and I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. So what was the best strategic way to go about it without sounding so defensive or desperate? One must answer a question with a question. “ What do you see in yours? ” I quipped back.
    “You.” He paused. “I see you, Emma. Very clearly, in fact.”
    The way he said those words sent tingles all over my body. Even in his words, I felt his love. He overflowed with it. “Say my name…” It was driving me insane, however I needed to hear him say it again.
    “Emma,” he rasped out.
    Life was good. I sighed, smiling.
    “You haven’t answered me.” Bass waited.
    That bedroom voice of his threatened to make me bust out my spanking, brand-new dildo, all thanks to Amber’s wild, spontaneous trip to Hustler on Sunset strip. “I know, I haven’t.” I pouted, needing to make his imagination roll, hot and loaded. “But I want to keep you guessing.”
    He made a half laugh, half groaning sound. “You can’t leave me in the dark, woman.”
    Not putting up, buddy. “Oh, poor you. You just have to wait, hey?” After our lengthy conversation, I had to hang up because I was due in the hospital to do my volunteer work for the rest of the afternoon.
    The thought of hanging out with all of my little friends made me smile. They made my heart swell. When my life held no meaning for me after Bass left me last year, these angels helped me get through, healing me slowly as I got inspired with their relentless optimism and strength. These babies of mine kept me grounded, and no matter what happened, I would always donate my free time and money to help whenever I could.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “You’re late!” Trista announced the second I came through the double doors.
    “Easy, love,” Flo, the nurse, winked at me as she tapped Trista’s shoulder. “Angela’s been waiting for you.”
    With an apologetic smile, I breezed through them. “Sorry, won’t happen again,” I muttered as I headed towards Angela’s room.
    The little girl had the same birthday as I did, not to mention the name was my character’s name in the movie. I felt really drawn to her. She’d been fighting a stage II Lymphoma, and so far, her treatments had been working.
    I knew, deep down, some of these kids don’t make it, but I tried not to go down that path because it could get really depressing. My role was to bring some fun and light into their lives, and that’s what I tried to do. It could get tough, but once one of those amazing fighters got through it and you saw them happy, it was worth every bit of sadness and tears. Yes, there were times, several in fact, where I cried along with them. I hated goodbyes. Period.
    “Emma!” a voice broke out the second I knocked and entered her room. “You’re finally here.” Warm, brown eyes lit up as she held out her small arms, ready for my hug. “How was Vancouver? How’s your boyfriend?” she shot out question after question.
    “Vancouver—what I saw of it—was good…and yes, I saw my boyfriend.” My arms wrapped around her skinny, small body while I told myself to get it together and not cry because she’d lost weight since I saw her last. “I noticed that you brushed your hair today, good