His Forbidden Bride: 50 Loving States, West Virginia (19 page)

“
W
hat did you say
?” Lilli, the new peds nurse, asks breathlessly after I finish my story.

I widen my eyes at her. “What do you think I said? I told him no freaking way! I don’t care how many times you change your name. Ain’t no way we are ever, ever getting back together.”

Apparently Lilli’s a lot more romantic than I am, because she looks absolutely crushed by my story’s lack of a happy ending. “But what happened with the baby?” she demands. “And where’d he go after you said no?”

“Right on into her new apartment with her,” a voice answers from the door.

“Damn it, Woods, I had her!” I complain as my husband strolls into the break room in a sweatshirt declaring him a medical student at Washington State University—Seattle. “She’s been in Japan for the last few years, so this whole story is totally new to her. I could have kept it going until Sandy showed up in September!”

“Un-huh,” Woods says, pressing a tender kiss into my forehead. “And what would you have done when I kept on showing up here for lunch every day during my school break?”

“Wondered why you weren’t at home studying for the Step 1, just like I am now,” I answer.

Woods lifts an eyebrow. “C’mon, Doc…you know how I feel about lying,” he says. “And Taylor Swift quotes.”

“More like teasing. A gentle hazing if you will,” I answer. “And Taylor writes very quotable songs. What can I say?”

“Well for starters, you could tell…” he throws Lilli an apologetic look and she supplies, “Lilliana. Lilliana Tucker. But everybody calls me Lilli.”

Wood sticks out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Lilli. I’m Woods Mello. Sorry my wife’s been pulling your leg. What she should have said is after a whole lot of talking and some couples’ counseling, we figured it out. And now we’re very happy living in a big old house in Maple Valley with Nitra’s parents and our little boy Curtis. I got accepted into the combined med school program over at WSUS, and somehow we’re making it work. Our life is crazy, but it’s good. In fact, it’s better than anything either of us ever could have imagined.”

“Yeah, I could have told her that,” I agree, looking up at Woods with all my love. “But how funny would it have been when Sandy showed up with the cameras, and we were all like, ‘Psyche! We living happily ever after, Lilli!”

Lilli shakes her head with a quizzical look. “Really? Because I don’t see why that would be so much fun for you...”

Again Woods apologizes for me, “My wife will never admit it, but truth is, now that we’re on a serious docu-drama that actually received a Peabody award last month, she’s missing all the fake drama.”

“Maybe,” I concede. “But not any of the real stuff,” I promise him. “I like our life just fine.”

“I bet,” says Lilli with a laugh. “Your story is crazy, but I’m glad you two figured it out. Can I ask what happened with Colin Fairgood? Oh, and how about Mason and the girl you think he might have been secretly in love with?”

I grimace while Woods whistles low.

“Well, Colin and his family are coming to visit us at Christmas, but Mason—that’s a whole ‘nother story,” he tells Lilli.

One I’m perfectly willing to tell, since Woods is maybe totally right about me missing drama that doesn’t involve coordinating schedules, potty training, and staving off ever more aggressive questions from my parents about when I’m going to give them another grandbaby to spoil. At this point, other people’s gossip is just about the only thing I have left from my old life.

But before I can give Lilli the goods, Harriet Fields, the director of our hospital, sticks her head into the break room, looking all sorts of peeved.

“Miss Tucker, there is a possible Japanese donor in my office who would like to go over a few questions he has about the hospital with you.”

“Um…” Lilli starts. “I only speak a little Japanese, and I also just started here a few weeks ago, so maybe I’m not the best choice...”

“Yes, I’m well aware of this, Miss Tucker,” Harriet answers. “Nonetheless, he is here and asking for you. Specifically. He says you were… associates in Japan?”

Lilli starts. “Me?” Then she asks, “What is his name, exactly?”

“Norio Nakamura.”

Lilli’s mouth drops open, as if she’s just heard the name of a ghost. A very scary ghost.

“Norio Nakamura,” Woods repeats into Lilli’s shocked silence. “Are you talking about that billionaire who just bought the Seattle Fishers?”

“He did what?!?!” Lilli asks, like Woods has shocked all the breath out of her.

“Yeah, I know, only twenty-eight years old, and now he owns a major league baseball team. That’s all they were talking about on sports radio this morning,” he answers Lilli. Then he asks Harriet, “Are you talking about that guy? Because if so, that’s a mighty big potential donor you got waiting in your office.”

“Yes, he is,” Harriet agrees, shooting Lilli a sour look. “So if you could follow me, Miss Tucker.”

I can tell by the way Lilli stands there as if her feet are rooted to the ground that she doesn’t necessarily want to see this mysterious billionaire claiming to be an associate of hers.

“Wait a minute, Lilli’s on her lunch break,” I protest on the stunned nurse’s behalf. “Plus, we’re having a very important conversation. You can’t just come in here and tell her she has to go answer this guy’s questions.”

“Oh, yes, I most certainly can, Dr. Dunhill!” Harriet insists. “Do you know what kind of donation could be on the line here?”

I’m about to show our director my weird talent for getting as close as humanly possible without touching while shouting into another woman’s face when Lilli suddenly unfreezes.

“It’s okay,” she assures both of us, or maybe just herself.

She expels another long breath, shaking her whole body out, before saying, “Yeah, yeah, I can do this. Sure, it’s no problem for me to show him around.”

I watch Lilli follow Harriet out of the room and down the hallway with my lips clamped together until Woods observes, “There you go again…”

“There I what again?” I ask, shifting my attention back to him.

He draws me into his arms with a lazy smile. “Worrying big about people you’ve only just met.”

“Well, it worked out with you, didn’t it? With just a little bit of drama in-between. At least so far.”

“At least
forever
,” Woods corrects, pressing another tender kiss to my forehead. “I don’t care how much drama life throws our way, I ain’t never giving up on us.”

His commitment to our love and our family continues to make my heart beat faster two years, one adorable baby boy, an expensive house, and one very real reality show later.

But before I can let that thought guide me toward kissing him, I remember the question he never answered, “Seriously, why are you here? I thought you’d be studying for the Step 1 all summer break.”

“Yeah, about that, Doc.” He grimaces. “I got to thinking about spending the only six sunny weeks Seattle gets a year doing nothing but studying a test and not seeing much of you or Lil’ Curt and I decided, “Nah, not for me.”

“Not for you?” I repeat, shaking my head with real alarm. “What are you trying to say? Are you dropping out of med school? But I thought you loved it, even with the crazy class schedule and having to study all the time!”

“More like I decided to take the test without the studying all hours of the day part.”

“What?!?!” I all but shout. “Tell me you did not take the most important test of your medical school career early, just to get out of studying!!”

“And to see you and Lil’ Curt more,” Woods reminds me.

“Woods, tell me you didn’t do that for
any
reason…!”

Woods wags his head from side to side. “I would tell you that, Doc. But remember those vows we exchanged about being honest with each other at our real wedding?”

“Oh my God! You know they don’t let you re-sit the exam if you get a low score. And this could affect all your matches!”

“There you go thinking again, Doc,” he answers with a lazy smile.

“No, Woods, this is serious! Don’t try to distract me with all your cuteness. We need to figure this out. I guess we’ll just have to wait until your score comes back to see what you got...”

Another grimace. “That’s kind of why I’m here. I just got my scores back.”

“What?!?!” I shout again, even louder this time. “But you just finished your academic year last week. How are you already getting your scores back?”

Usually I can’t help but laugh when my lethal husband screws up his face like he’s afraid of getting hit by little ol’ me. But it’s not so funny when he does it as he answers, “Because I took the test during spring break.”

“You…you…?” I’m too flabbergasted to even repeat the words that came out of his mouth or believe my husband took a life-changing test he didn’t study for before he was even done with his second year of classes.

But he seems to get the gist of what I’m trying to ask. “Well, you were scheduled to work all week. And your parents took Lil’ Curt with them to visit your brother. Figured why not?”

I open my mouth to tell him all the reasons why not. But then I remember who we are. Family 300, all the way, through and through.

“Okay,” I say on a sigh. “This is okay. Whatever happens it’s okay. We’re going to be okay.”

Woods rubs the back of his neck with a chagrined smile. “I’m glad you feel that way, Doc, because…I got a 267.”

I’m pretty sure even the people on the bottom floor of the hospital can hear my happy scream all the way on the top.

Just in case you’re not a subscriber to the
Miserable Medical Student Times
, 267 is pretty much the best score you can get without possible match residencies flagging you for maybe being too academically advanced to work well with patients.

This score, along with the notoriety our award-winning show has brought him, means when it comes time to be matched with a residency program, he’ll have a very good chance of getting into one right here with me in Seattle.

In any case, a few minutes after his announcement, I find myself owing Shonda Rhimes yet another apology letter.

I never knew or heard of anyone having sex in the call rooms at UWV/Mercy, but as for the hospital I work in? Well, let’s just say it definitely has something in common with the fictional Seattle Grace other than a city.

The rest of my lunch hour is spent underneath Woods in the on-call room. Receiving tender kisses as he roughly drags his hips into mine.

“You want this?” he asks me. “You glad I made you my wife? You and me going to do this happy ending thing to the day we die, Doc?”

Without waiting for an answer, he takes me to paradise with one last grinding thrust, then pulses his hips inside me as I scream into his shoulder, ferrying me through my climax before picking up the pace and finding his own release.

He’s still so crazy. So much wilder than any reality show.

Because I know for certain my answer to all his questions is and will always be yes.

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