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on something.”
    “Great. When he’s done, can you let him know
where I am?”
    “Of course. Enjoy your meal, and your
studying.”
    I’ll definitely enjoy the
meal, but the studying—not so much. Failing any of these classes isn’t an option;
although, I wouldn’t want to fail even if it was. I like some
classes more than others, but I understand that they’re all
important, so I won’t ever half-ass one of them, no matter how
bored I am. Let the medical research begin.

Chapter 4
    Kendrick
    “Here’s your girl,” I tell Tegan as the baby
slips into my hands.
    The new mother slumps back against her
pillows and lets out a deep sigh. Sometimes second babies make a
fast appearance, but others like this one want to make their mommy
work a little harder. Tegan is covered in sweat, and will probably
pass out any minute. Caleb cuts the umbilical cord, and I expect
him to join us while we check his daughter out.
    I’m wrong. When I look back to the bed, he’s
placing little kisses all over Tegan’s sweaty face and telling her
he loves her. She tries to reach up and touch his face, but her arm
drops. He picks it up and holds it in his own. That right there is
love in its most beautiful form—a man who loves his wife above all
else, and will make her feel cherished before checking on their
child. Children should always be important, but so should a spouse,
and it’s obvious that both of them know this.
    I swaddle the little girl, and walk her over
to the bed. “She’s perfectly healthy,” I tell them.
    “Thank you so much, Kenny. For
everything.”
    “I won’t say it was my pleasure, but I’m
happy I could help you bring this little one into the world. Do you
have a name picked out for her?”
    “Cynthia Stella Hall,” Tegan tells me.
    “Very good. Her namesakes are outside, along
with everyone else. Shall I send them in first with Ethan?”
    “Yes, please.”
    I do as I’m asked, walking on weary legs to
my office. I’m not surprised to find it empty—it’s been six hours
since one of the nurses told us Ethan was here, and even longer
since I actually laid eyes on Matisse. Not to mention, we were
fighting at the time, and I pretty much dismissed her. Why would
she stay?
    I grab my jacket and walk
to the elevator. “Kendrick, aren’t you forgetting something? Or
rather, someone ?”
asks Liz, my head nurse.
    “Matisse wasn’t in my office.”
    “She’s studying in the library.”
    I don’t even try to stop the smile that
stretches across my face. “Thanks, Liz. You’re the best.”
    “I know,” she tells me with a laugh.
    I force myself to walk, and not run, back
down the hall to the library. When I walk inside, I immediately
close and lock the door, turn off the cameras and audio recorders,
and dim the lights—all with my voice. I know she had to have heard
me, but Matisse doesn’t react. It’s not until I get closer to her
that I see the thin cords of her headphones. She’s listening to
music, but it’s not loud. Another interesting fact to file
away.
    I don’t want to startle her, but if I don’t
get my hands and mouth on Matisse, I’m going to go insane. I’m
already halfway there as I watch her tilt her head to the side
while she chews on her pen. That shouldn’t be so sexy, but it is.
I’m still plotting my next move when her hand slips down between
her legs.
    My mouth goes dry as I watch her open her
legs wider, her hand starting to move under her dress. Holy fuck!
She’s getting herself off in my medical library. She’s not getting
there alone, though. Not on my watch.
    I move to her, pulling her headphones out,
and capturing her surprised squeal with my mouth. I lick into her
mouth as she moans. I can feel her hand moving faster, so I put one
of mine on her arm to stop her.
    “Go away if you’re not going to help,” she
says, taking her mouth from mine with a frustrated sigh.
    “How do you want me to help? With my
fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
    “All of the