Doctor Of My Dreams (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free Page B

discuss it like friends. We can sort it out easily and by the time we see the lawyer it will be quick.”
    “I’m going to decline,” I said flatly. “I’d prefer to talk at the lawyer’s office when we're both present.
    ”Come on, don’t be like that. Just because we’re separated doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.“
    “No, you’re right. The affair you had since before our marriage, that’s the reason we can’t be friends.” I glanced at my wristwatch. I had to go. I was going to be late.
    “Why did you talk to the tabloids?” I asked, suddenly remembering the article.
    “They asked,” she said like she didn’t care.
    “I don’t want our life on the internet, Astrid. You know that.”
    “In this era, do we even have a choice?” she asked. There was no point arguing with her. I wondered why I still tried.
    “I’m running late for something. I’ll have to talk to you some other time.”
    “You never do shifts on a Thursday,” she said. “Are you going out?”
    “It doesn’t matter where I’m going. I’m late.” I hung up on her because I didn’t want her asking more questions. I didn’t want her to pry and suggest coming over, or find out where I was going and hang around to make life miserable for me.
    Because she had the ability to do that and she used it. Often.
    I got in my Audi R8 and turned the ignition, backing out of the driveway. I stopped just before the gate, and shook my head. I pulled the car back into the garage and got out. If she couldn’t afford doctor’s bills it wouldn’t work to arrive in a car like this. Instead I phoned a taxi, and ten minutes later it arrived.
    “Cisco’s, please,” I said and the taxi pulled off. I looked at my watch again – almost twenty minutes late already. Dammit.
    When the taxi pulled up in front of Cisco’s, Nadine and Trevor sat outside on a bench. Nadine looked like she was nervous. When I peeled out of the taxi she looked visibly relieved. Trevor jumped up and ran to me, holding up the cast that was casting off a pale yellow gleam in the night air.
    “Well, look at that,” I said, making a point of admiring the cast.
    “I charged it over there,” he said, pointing to the halogen lamp that shone directly over the bench.
    “I’m so sorry I’m late,” I said to Nadine who had put her hands on Trevor’s shoulders. If it was just a coincidence or if it was to make her hands and body inaccessible for a handshake or a hug, I didn’t know. “You should have gone inside and gotten a table.”
    “I wasn’t sure you were going to come,” she said, looking up and down the road. She wore a salmon-colored dress that reached halfway down her thighs and accentuated her full chest with a plain but flattering square neckline. Her lips were painted a glossy pink color to match, and she wore golden earrings and a locket around her neck. I wondered whose photos were in it. Her braided hair was pulled back at the top but spilled over her shoulder in little strings.
    “Now why would you think that?” I asked. She shrugged and looked down at Trevor’s hair. It was curling around his ears.
    “Shall we?” I asked and gestured for them to walk to the restaurant door. The seating hostess took us to a table in the back corner, close to the children’s play area so Trevor would know how to find us again.
    “Tell me what you want to drink, quick,” Nadine said to him. He pointed on the kids’ menu and then he disappeared.
    “He was so excited to come out,” she said, smiling after him. “We don’t get to come out often.” She looked up at me quickly. “I’m really busy.”
    “I know how that gets. Sometimes I don’t leave my house for any other reason than work for weeks on end.”
    She looked like she relaxed although she still wiggled the fork on the napkin in front of her back and forth.
    I asked her about her work. She told me about her job, she’d been working at the bohemian-looking place off Maine that Astrid had turned