Somebody Like You: A Small Town Single Mom Romance (The Heartbreak Brothers Book 4) by Carrie Elks (best love story novels in english .txt) 📗

She swallowed hard. “Maybe you’re not the only one who’s fallen.”

His lips curled up. “Of course I’m not. It’s classic Nightingale Syndrome.”

“What?”

“Falling in love with your doctor. It’s a classic thing.” He grinned.

“You’re not my doctor,” she pointed out.

“I am your doctor. I put you through rehab.” He slid his hands down her hips, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on her skin. “It’s only natural you’d fall for me.”

“The Love Doctor?” She bit down a giggle. “Is that what you think you are?”

“I like that.” He nodded. “Yeah, just call me Doctor Love from now on.” He nuzzled her neck. “Have you really fallen for me?”

“I have. But now I’m seriously reconsidering it.”

“Damn. That’s harsh.” He curled his hands around her waist, lifting her back onto the mattress. “I think you need another rehab session to remind you who you’re talking to.” He hooked his thigh around hers, kissing her hard and fast.

“What about breakfast?” she asked, curling her hands around his neck.

He cupped her breast with his rough palm, his thumb brushing against her nipple. “Breakfast can wait.”

“I’d really like to tour the island tomorrow,” Mia told him, as they drank their cocktails on the restaurant deck, overlooking the ocean. “Not that I didn’t enjoy Naked Saturday.”

“I noticed you taking to it like a duck to water.” Cam lifted an eyebrow. “Maybe it could catch on.”

They’d spent the morning in bed, followed by a long hot shower together in the oversized luxury bathroom. After finally eating, they’d laid out by the pool – naked of course – then gone for a long, delicious swim.

One thing had led to another – as it always did when he was around – and they’d ended up spending the second half of the afternoon in bed. Only climbing out to get ready for dinner. She’d almost been sad to put on clothes. Being naked with Cam Hartson wasn’t exactly a hardship.

“I’m not sure it’d be the same in Hartson’s Creek,” she said, giving a mock shiver. “It’s too cold there.”

“Good thing I have good heating in my house.” He lifted his glass to hers. “Here’s to us. And making Naked Saturday Morning a regular thing.”

She clinked her glass against his, smiling. “To us.”

The sun had gone down behind them, leaving behind a palette of purple and pink slashed across the sky, with dark palm trees silhouetting the line between the grassy lawn of the hotel and the sandy dunes of the beach.

There were a few people out there, flying kites and walking along the ocean’s edge. It was the first time she’d seen other tourists. Even tonight, the golf cart driver had brought them straight to their table, bypassing reception and the Maître D’.

“We could head to Main Street Village for lunch tomorrow,” Cam suggested. “And maybe go for a walk along the beach before that. Our flight is at three, but we have plenty of time as long as you don’t oversleep again.”

“I didn’t oversleep.” She grinned at him. “You wore me out, that’s all.”

“Nobody told you rehab was easy.”

“I thought it wasn’t rehab anymore.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Doctor Love.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course it isn’t rehab. And for the record, I’m getting used to your snoring. It’s kind of like listening to white noise, only louder.”

“I don’t snore,” she protested.

“Yeah, you do. It’s like being in bed with an old dog.”

“Less of the old.”

“Sorry. It’s like being in bed with a really sexy, lithe, gorgeous dog who I want to…” He shook his head. “No, that doesn’t work. Can we forget this whole conversation?”

She nodded, her eyes sparkling. “I think it’s for the best.”

“I told you I have the vocab of a kindergartener.”

“You’ll fit right in at my place.” She took a sip of her cocktail. This was so heavenly, sitting by the beach at sunset with this gorgeous man. “Speaking of which, I think we need to take it slow with the boys. Let them get used to you. No public displays of affection. Michael’s at a weird age and I really want him to feel comfortable about this. Are you willing to take your time?”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with you.” He took her hand, folding it in his own. “I’m all in here, Mia.”

She took a deep breath. “And you need to take it easy with me, too. I’m still technically married.”

“When will the divorce be final?” he asked, his expression serious.

She shook her head. “Within the next few weeks.” She traced the rim of her cocktail glass with her free hand. “And whatever we do, I want to pay my way. I can’t have you paying and me taking all the time. It doesn’t feel right.”

He tipped his head to the side, his eyes taking her in. “This weekend is on me. No discussions.”

“Okay. But you can’t do this all the time. I earn my own money. My independence is really important to me. And you still need to give me the invoice for the damage to your car. I’ll be paying it.”

“No. It’s not important.”

Her jaw tightened. “It’s important to me. When Niall left, I had nothing. I won’t put me or the boys through that again. I’ve worked too hard to be brought that low again.”

“I get that. But I’m not that kind of guy.”

Her smile was sad. “I hope not. But I can’t live without knowing I’ll be fine without you. Financially, at least. So please give me the damn invoice and I’ll work out a way to pay you. If we’re going to do this, I want us to be equals.”

He pulled his gaze from hers, staring down at the ground as though there was something really interesting laying there in the dirt. “Okay.” He nodded. “I’ll get it to you next week. And I understand why you need security. But I’m not Niall, I don’t treat people badly. And I can’t promise that I won’t want