Forty Day Fiancé (Sassy in the City 3)

“Isn’t that the point?”

“No! Of course not, are you mad? If I fall in love with him, I’d be gutted if he dumps me in thirty-four days. Besides, I have a terrible track record picking men.”

“Welcome to the club. I didn’t pick Maddox so much as he picked me. I was too stupid to see what was right in front of me.”

“But you knew Maddox was a good man. You’ve known him for years.” Was there anything cuter than a friends-to-lovers scenario?

“And sometimes its love at first sight.”

That made me uncomfortable because it implied I was already in love with Michael. “He did not fall in love with me at first sight,” I said, because deflection when you’re already emotional is a wise move. I rolled my eyes at myself.

“I wasn’t there, so I don’t know. But I do know that he asked you to marry him about a minute later.”

“Because I’m being thrown out of the country.”

Savannah believed in love wholeheartedly. I could practically see her waving her hand in dismissal. “Details. He moved you into his apartment. That’s huge. I think you’re going to stick, you and Michael, and I think it’s adorable.”

“Adorable is not the word I would use. Twisted might be better. I mean, can you imagine telling children this story? Yes, children, Mummy catfished Daddy and then was about to be deported so Daddy proposed. Such a charming story.”

“Being sarcastic is just a defense mechanism.”

“I readily admit that. Now, how are you? How is the baby and your tatted and muscular boyfriend?”

I listened to her chatter away about how happy she was and how Sully had popped out another tooth. It all sounded so lovely and ordinary. I wouldn’t mind having a bit of that for myself.

“Oh, gotta go,” she said abruptly. “We have a diaper accident.”

“Sure thing, I’ll chat with you later.”

After she ended the call, I rounded the corner and saw my building.

Funny how it looked different first thing in the morning.

What else was going to look different when I turned a corner?

Eleven

“That was your last patient,” Sara, the RN who worked with me, said.

“Thank God. I need a coffee the size of my head.”

“You’re really dragging today, Dr. Kincaid,” Sara said. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“He has a new girlfriend,” Kim said, as she sailed down the hallway, a stack of folders in her hand. She gave us a grin. “Late nights, right, Dr. K?”

It was both true and sadly false. I wasn’t worn out from sex. I was tired from Felicia’s alarm going off at the crack of ass. I wasn’t about to admit that. “I plead the fifth.”

That only made it worse. They both laughed. “Oh, la, la,” Sara said. “What’s her name?”

“Felicia.”

“Do you have a picture?”

It had to come out sooner or later, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I scrolled until I found the photos from the night we’d gotten engaged. We’d taken some selfies. I picked one and turned to show it to Felicia.

“Wow, she’s beautiful.”

I had to admit, looking at the picture that one, she was beautiful. Two, I was lucky she was even giving me the time of day. “She is.” I gave Sara and Kim a look. “Before you comment, yes, she is fourteen years younger than me.”