up already.”
“Has it slipped your mind that I’ve already apologized to her? I mean, what the fuck does she want? She acts like I killed her cat or something. I’m not going to fucking get down on my knees and beg her to give me another chance, man. ”
“Look, I’m not saying that you haven’t tried. I’m just saying that you should try again to have a conversation with Olivia. An adult conversation. A civil conversation. A blind man could see that you still have a thing for her.”
Damn it to hell. Will had to begrudgingly admit that Joshua was right on the money about his feelings for Olivia. And it was true. He was acting like a scared little punk. But shit, what could he do? Olivia Lewis hated his guts. He could still clearly recall the disdain in her eyes—the palpable contempt that she held for him—the last time he’d seen her. He should just respect her wishes and do what she wanted him to do, which was to fade completely out of her life.
Fuck it . How often did he do what was expected of him anyway? Throwing back a shot originally delivered to Joshua, Will stood up and sought her out.
“That’s my boy,” Joshua chuckled behind him.
He found Olivia standing next to Hank and a group of nurses that worked at Camp Harding’s Medical Center. Her long, honey-brown hair was now styled in waves, but it still hung down her back. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something Hank whispered in her ear. Will had to battle back the surge of jealousy that made his blood run hot.
She didn’t belong to him . No matter how much he wished she did.
Olivia was a stunning woman. From the graceful arch of her back to the slender column of her neck, she was all class and regal elegance. Her caramel-colored skin looked even more sun-kissed and extremely touchable. She wasn’t decked out in a flashy designer dress or “fuck me” pumps, but she didn’t need to be.
Even in jeans and a blouse she still managed to steal all of the air out of the room. The simple stonewashed blue jeans that she wore did incredible things for her perfectly rounded, toned rear end—or maybe it was her ass that did incredible things for those jeans. The form-fitting bright, amber blouse that she’d donned brought out the flecks of gold in her cerulean eyes. Will was convinced that she could wear a brown paper sack and still manage to take his breath away.
She didn’t see him approach at first, but he knew the exact moment that she noticed him. The smile instantly melted from her face and she tensed, the smooth muscles in her shoulders bunching up. Will could sense all of her internal walls flying up.
“Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?” She hesitated for a moment, as if a war was taking place inside of her head as she tried to figure out how to answer him. Her eyes pierced through him as she gazed up at him, her dainty chin jutting out defiantly. For such a small woman, she was one of the most intimidating people Will had ever encountered. And he never got intimidated.
“All right,” she finally agreed, her softly stated words stiff and clipped.
Observing the rigid exchange between the two of them, Hank threw Will a questioning look, but otherwise didn’t comment. Smart guy.
She followed Will outside of the bar and into the warm night air. Leading her out onto the small patio deck adjacent to the front entrance, his mind was going a mile a minute. His brain cycled through the myriad of things that he needed to say to her. Good thing the bar wasn’t too crowded tonight; they had the patio space all to themselves. He was preparing himself for either the reconciliation of the ages or a meltdown of epic proportions.
“How have you been?” Will asked, giving her a broad smile. Both of them sat down opposite one another at a table. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. “How is your surgical training coming along?”
“What do you want, Will?”
Well, damn. No preamble. No small talk, just
“Has it slipped your mind that I’ve already apologized to her? I mean, what the fuck does she want? She acts like I killed her cat or something. I’m not going to fucking get down on my knees and beg her to give me another chance, man. ”
“Look, I’m not saying that you haven’t tried. I’m just saying that you should try again to have a conversation with Olivia. An adult conversation. A civil conversation. A blind man could see that you still have a thing for her.”
Damn it to hell. Will had to begrudgingly admit that Joshua was right on the money about his feelings for Olivia. And it was true. He was acting like a scared little punk. But shit, what could he do? Olivia Lewis hated his guts. He could still clearly recall the disdain in her eyes—the palpable contempt that she held for him—the last time he’d seen her. He should just respect her wishes and do what she wanted him to do, which was to fade completely out of her life.
Fuck it . How often did he do what was expected of him anyway? Throwing back a shot originally delivered to Joshua, Will stood up and sought her out.
“That’s my boy,” Joshua chuckled behind him.
He found Olivia standing next to Hank and a group of nurses that worked at Camp Harding’s Medical Center. Her long, honey-brown hair was now styled in waves, but it still hung down her back. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something Hank whispered in her ear. Will had to battle back the surge of jealousy that made his blood run hot.
She didn’t belong to him . No matter how much he wished she did.
Olivia was a stunning woman. From the graceful arch of her back to the slender column of her neck, she was all class and regal elegance. Her caramel-colored skin looked even more sun-kissed and extremely touchable. She wasn’t decked out in a flashy designer dress or “fuck me” pumps, but she didn’t need to be.
Even in jeans and a blouse she still managed to steal all of the air out of the room. The simple stonewashed blue jeans that she wore did incredible things for her perfectly rounded, toned rear end—or maybe it was her ass that did incredible things for those jeans. The form-fitting bright, amber blouse that she’d donned brought out the flecks of gold in her cerulean eyes. Will was convinced that she could wear a brown paper sack and still manage to take his breath away.
She didn’t see him approach at first, but he knew the exact moment that she noticed him. The smile instantly melted from her face and she tensed, the smooth muscles in her shoulders bunching up. Will could sense all of her internal walls flying up.
“Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?” She hesitated for a moment, as if a war was taking place inside of her head as she tried to figure out how to answer him. Her eyes pierced through him as she gazed up at him, her dainty chin jutting out defiantly. For such a small woman, she was one of the most intimidating people Will had ever encountered. And he never got intimidated.
“All right,” she finally agreed, her softly stated words stiff and clipped.
Observing the rigid exchange between the two of them, Hank threw Will a questioning look, but otherwise didn’t comment. Smart guy.
She followed Will outside of the bar and into the warm night air. Leading her out onto the small patio deck adjacent to the front entrance, his mind was going a mile a minute. His brain cycled through the myriad of things that he needed to say to her. Good thing the bar wasn’t too crowded tonight; they had the patio space all to themselves. He was preparing himself for either the reconciliation of the ages or a meltdown of epic proportions.
“How have you been?” Will asked, giving her a broad smile. Both of them sat down opposite one another at a table. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. “How is your surgical training coming along?”
“What do you want, Will?”
Well, damn. No preamble. No small talk, just
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