Kissing the Dr (Healing Love)

I looked up until our gazes locked and frowned. “What?”

“It’s too much information to throw at you at once.”

I waved off his concern. “It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention because I was staring at your ass. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” He smiled, a gleam in his eye.

“I am. I don’t remember anything of our life together and I shouldn’t be ogling you or telling you I was staring at your ass, no matter how cute it is.”

He nodded, perfectly understanding. “I’m glad you said that because this is our room, the one we’ve always shared. But things are different now, so I’ve moved some of my things into one of the spare rooms. I’ll need to get in here on occasion, of course, but I’ll knock. I promise.”

I nodded as his words sank in. “Thank you, Casey. That’s nice, but can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

I sighed. “Why is your stuff in the guest room and not mine?”

His shoulders relaxed and another smile spread across his face. This one was more playful. Sexier. “I’m hoping that being somewhere familiar, where we’ve had so many good times, might jog your memory.”

“Good sex times?”

“Of course,” he said with a laugh. “But not just sex. We spent lazy mornings in bed on the super rare occasion that we had the same day off. Movie marathons with Thai takeout. Reading the news to each other. Lots of things.”

Damn, but Casey was appealing. I could see, already, just how easy it would be to fall for a handsome doctor who loved me to pieces. Megan, whoever I was, was a lucky woman.

“Okay.” It was the only word I could manage as panic set in.

This man was great. He was wonderful. So far, he was perfect, and I wasn’t. My memory was gone and so far, the hope for recovery was slim.

“No pressure, Megs.”

I flashed a grateful smile. “I know, I just don’t want to over commit or get your hopes up, until and unless I have a reason.” I wanted, no, I needed to figure out who I was, and that meant going along with the process, learning who Megan was to see if I could find myself in there. Somewhere.

“Hungry?”

“Starved. But I’d like to get the hospital stink off me, first.”

“I’ll show you the master bathroom.”

Just like everything else in the house, the bathroom was full of vibrant colors and funky accents. Megan—I—had a distinct sense of style that was classic with a hint of badassery.

“Looks good. Thank you, Casey. For everything.”

“No thanks necessary. I’ll be downstairs. Take it slow and holler if you need anything, Megs. Anything.”

“Aye, Captain.” Nerd. What was next, would I salute the man as well?

Twenty minutes later, I found Casey bent over the kitchen counter, his ass teasing my senses in those jeans. His head was down, shoulders slumped forward, and when I rounded the counter, I could see his eyes were closed.

“Hey,” I offered because he looked so sad. So sorrowful.

“Hey.” He tried for a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His blue gaze raked over me and flared with heat before he quickly banked it. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted to eat so I pulled out all the menus. There are a few more options online if none of these look good.”

I didn’t want Casey to just cater to me for however long it took to get my memory back. I needed to know, to truly know, what our life together was like. “What are you in the mood for?”

His grin widened. “Pizza is always good with me. Or barbecue, I love barbecue.”

I could work with that. “What kind of pizza do I like?”

“Everything with extra cheese.” Casey chuckled when my eyes widened in surprise. “I know, but you spend all day dancing around the bakery and, according to you, that burns a butt-ton of calories.”

Bakery? “Let’s get back to the bakery thing in a minute. Pizza sounds good, let’s try that. And maybe something else?”

Casey laughed again, and the sound bounced off the counter and the fridge, echoing throughout the kitchen. “Hot sauce and honey chicken bites?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “That sounds nice. Really nice.”

“I swear, you agree to pizza just to eat those chicken bites.” He shook his head but his tone, his smile, and the look on his face, were full of affection.

The kind of affection a girl could get used to.

Casey

Megan pushed back from the kitchen table with a sigh, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. She was as beautiful as she ever was, and not at all self-conscious about the pizza grease that made her lips shiny.

“That was delicious. I think?”

I laughed. “It was fantastic. Then again, it always is as far as I’m concerned. Can you really have bad pizza?”

Her brows dipped in concern. “Probably not, but whoever thought to put broccoli on pizza and cover it in cheese, well, they deserve a medal.” The smile that lit up her face was gorgeous, and it was such a Megan smile that I couldn’t help but reach forward to take her hand.