Chapter Twenty-Five
“What do you mean, you ran into him in the parking lot?”
“Well, in the most accurate sense of the word, he ran into me,” Jared said. “Quite purposefully. He’s very angry, your young man.”
“He’s not that young,” Whitney muttered. “And you’re sure it was Epstein-Barr? I was right about her diagnosis?”
“Of course I am. I haven’t been out of the medical world that long.” Jared released a well-worn sigh, a sound Whitney remembered as mounting frustration and a sign he was about to revert to imperious surgeon mode. “Can I be done with your relationship drama now? I really do have that patient at two, and the medical assistant you guys hired is just awful.”
“We had limited options,” Whitney retorted, but the irritable banter felt good. Normal. Friendly, even. “If you don’t like it, you know where the nearest airport is.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jared started to leave, but he paused, his hand on her office door. “I’m glad you found someone who can stand your awful personality, Whitney. I didn’t think it could be done.”
“Now all you have to do is find someone who can stand your awful face,” she said sweetly, not daring to suggest that she might not actually have Matt at all. “Unless you’d like me to do a little something about that overhanging brow ridge?”
“Don’t you dare start.” With that, Jared closed the door behind him.
It opened seconds later, and she formed another clever retort to throw at him. Fortunately, she called it back at the last second, helped along by the sudden lack of air in the room.
“Matt.”
He stood in the doorway, a picture of the first night they’d met. Ugly jacket, awkward confidence, a hint of dimples. Was it on purpose? Did he know how the sight of those heinous elbow patches made her heart swell?
It was all she could do not to launch herself across the room at him. “You’re here.”
“Of course I am. I came as soon as I found out.”
She rose from her desk hesitantly, bracing herself on the glass top, leaving an array of sweaty fingerprints behind. “Found out about what?”
“Mono.”
An overwhelming urge to giggle struck her, and Whitney clapped her free hand over her mouth. There was nothing funny about this situation—she’d never been closer to losing the most important thing in her life, and she wasn’t about to ruin her last chance with a poorly timed fit of hilarity.
“What?” Matt stepped forward, concern darkening his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Say it again,” she ordered.
A look of confusion passed over his face, but it didn’t last long. He caught the amusement in Whitney’s voice. “Mononucleosis,” he said, drawing out each syllable.
This time, a full laugh escaped. “Oh, Matt. I’m so sorry you had to find out like that.” And she was sorry—about the method. Not that the truth had finally come to light. “It was the rash that gave it away. Can you believe I asked her about her symptoms in public? At a restaurant where dozens of people were gorging on pasta?”
“Yes, I can believe it.” Matt’s eyes twinkled. “When have you ever held anything back?”
That was all the cue she needed. Releasing her grasp on the desk, she threw herself at Matt, never more grateful for anything than when he caught her open-armed.
“Never. I’ve never held back and I’m not going to start now,” she said into his lapel. It felt so good to be pressed in his arms—so right—she didn’t dare look up for fear of what she’d see in his face. “I’m sorry you caught me embracing Jared, but you have to know that there is nothing between the two of us. Not like that.”
“I believe you,” Matt said into her hair, his arms tightening around her.
She felt brave enough to push harder. “And even though I know you don’t like him, he’s going to be a part of my life now. You can’t fly into a jealous rage every time we have to be alone together.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
She pulled back and stared at him, taking in the chagrin that made him look so much like a man she could spend the rest of her life with. “But you are allowed to tell me how you feel about Jared—and to have a say in how he and I move forward in our lives together. Just like I expect to be able to say things about you and Laura. We’ve got baggage, you and I. Lots of it. The least we can do is help each other carry it.”
The look of chagrin only deepened. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you about her. I was so sure I was doing the right thing, taking the high road.”
“I hear the high road is pretty lonely.”
“It is. And I think I lost my permanent membership when I walked in on you and Jared and acted like such a possessive ass. I have no excuse for the way I reacted, other than that it was the exact moment when everything I felt for Laura—all those awful feelings of jealousy and rage and betrayal I refused to let loose—came rushing to the surface. I didn’t know what to do with them, so I just threw them, let them fly, not caring where they landed. I’m sorry you had to play catcher.”
Matt’s eyes shone with emotion, and she let herself bask in it.
“It’s funny,” she replied. “That was almost the exact moment I realized that all the jealousy and rage and betrayal I felt towards Jared was a poor substitute for taking a long, hard look at my own life. I blamed him for my faults, thought that if he took all the responsibility for our breakup, I’d have a good excuse to never open myself up again.”
“And now?”
She reached up and traced the outside of his lips, a soft and intimate gesture that spiked her blood. “Did you really move back in with Laura? I’m half afraid I’m going to get mono if I kiss you.”
He let out a soft laugh. “No. And I was never going to. I came to your office that day to tell you about it and see if you had any insight about how to turn her down.”
“Oh, that would have been easy.”
One of Matt’s hands snaked around her waist, the other coming up behind her head, pulling her close. “It would?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She smiled. “You would have been forced to tell her that you’ve already made new living arrangements. With me.”
He almost dropped her. “Are you serious?”
“I want you barefoot in my kitchen, Matt Fuller. It’s where you belong.”
She didn’t hear his answer, but she assumed it was a yes. She was far too busy falling into the endless pleasures of his kiss to care either way.