Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

I sighed. “Good luck,” I said and forced a smile. “You’ll do well. You’re a talented surgeon.”

“I am. Who knows? We might work together again since I plan on specializing in pediatric neurosurgery. We work well together.”

I turned and began walking again, fighting to control my anger. “Nothing is ever going to happen between us, Sam. You have to understand that.”

“Not everything’s about you, Drake,” she said as if indignant but I didn’t believe her for a moment. “I happen to want to live in the US.”

I made it to the exit and stopped, not wanting her to follow me to my car. There were many people in the hospital and I didn’t want to give her any excuse to try to kiss me goodbye or hug me.

I bit my tongue. “Goodbye, Sam,” I said and touched my forehead as if in salute. I turned and went through the exit, hoping she got the message and left me alone.

At least she wasn’t following me.

“No kiss goodbye?” she called from the door.

“Not a chance,” I said without looking back.

“See you later, Drake,” she called out when I reached my car, which was parked a few slots away. “Doctor Delish.”

“Not if I can help it,” I muttered under my breath. I entered the BMW and slammed the door a little too hard. I turned on the engine and fastened my seatbelt. Then I sat for a moment with my hands gripping the wheel and took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

She’d be close but not too close.

I drove off, checking in the rearview mirror only to see her standing in the doorway watching me. She actually waved goodbye.

Did she really think I’d wave back?

I shook my head and drove back home, determined not to let Sam ruin my peace of mind.

When I arrived at the house, the movers had already begun to load boxes and furniture into the van. The house was beginning to look deserted, and a sense of sadness filled me. Kate and I had spent almost five months in the house, learning more about each other and ourselves. I had never thought I would be the type of man to look forward to coming home to the same woman every night, but I did with Kate. I looked forward to seeing her face when I arrived home each evening. Her eyes would light up and a smile would spread across her lips when she saw me.

I had become very domestic with her in Africa.

It felt great.

I found Kate in the back of the house, checking out the cupboards to make sure everything was packed. When she saw me, she smiled and came right over.

“There you are,” she said and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her back, squeezing her tightly, realizing once again how lucky I was to have her.

“How did your morning go?” she asked and brushed hair back from my eyes. “Was it hard to say goodbye to Michael?”

“It was,” I said and smiled.

“Did you see Sam?”

“Yes, but I was actually rude to her, and thwarted her attempts to make our goodbye meaningful in any way.”

“Good,” she said and straightened my collar. “She’s got to get a clue that you’re mine. She had her chance and lost. End of story.”

I smiled. “I never did get to watch a catfight,” I said with a chuckle. “You know it’s every man’s secret dream… two beautiful women, practically naked, wrestling with each other in a tub full of whipped cream, funny business ensuing…” I wagged my eyebrows suggestively.

“There’d be no funny business between Sam and me,” Kate said with an exaggerated frown. “I’d punch her lights out.”

I laughed and hugged her again. I didn’t want to say anything to her about Sam moving to Baltimore. As far as I was concerned, Sam was now officially out of my life.

“Well Ms. Bennet, future Mrs. Morgan, are you ready to leave Nairobi and return home?”