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  “I could only imagine, but she was lucky to have brothers that cared.”

  “You’ll have to tell her that.”

  “So, there are three more of you walking around?”

  “Yeah. We’re all very different. My brother Thomas is an undercover cop, Anthony likes to call himself a musician, and Joseph is just a tattooist.”

  “Your poor mother.” I shook my head and sipped the champagne.

  “She kept trying for a girl, which she got after four boys. Now she wants grandchildren.” He smirked at me.

  “Oh.” My stomach flipped from the look on his face.

  He was so drop-dead gorgeous, I’d almost be willing to drop my panties and start working on making her dream a reality.

  “Enough about kids. Tell me about your family, Mia.” He wiped his mouth and set his napkin on the table.

  “My parents are snowbirds, and right now they’re back in Minnesota. It’s just me here, but I would never move back to the freezing cold.”

  “Cold has some good points.” He rested his head on his hands and watched me as I cut the last piece of steak on my plate.

  “Like what?”

  “Lying by a fire and being snowed in together.”

  “Those are the only positives. I think more of scraping my car windows, shoveling snow, frostbite, and other crappy things that go with Minnesota life.”

  We stared at each other as I chewed the last morsel and finished off the champagne in the glass. The sun hovered over the ocean, and the sky blazed with the most beautiful shades of red and orange.

  He stood, holding out his hand. “Come on, Mia, let’s go watch the sunset.”

  “I thought we were,” I said, placing my hand in his, feeling the electricity that sizzled between us.

  “I want to be a little more comfortable for the show. I have a blanket that’s calling our name.”

  Walking hand in hand, we snuck glances at each other as we approached the blanket. Suddenly I felt shy, and my stomach flipped as I sat down and he moved behind me.

  “Come here,” he said, placing his legs on either side of me and grabbing my hips.

  I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply from the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh. I shimmied my body backward until our upper bodies connected. The warmth that permeated off him felt hotter than the setting sun hanging just above the horizon.

  “Lean back, Mia,” he whispered in my ear, sending a chill across my skin.

  Placing my hands against his knees, I rested my head on his shoulder and stared at the sky. Peace overcame me as I sat straddled between his legs; our bodies connected, and we watched the changing colors over the water. His fingers traced a path around my ear to my neck and brushed the hair off my shoulder.

  “It’s so beautiful,” I said as tears formed in my eyes.

  “Not as beautiful as you. Are you crying?” he asked with knitted brows.

  “I don’t know,” I said, laughing and wiping at the corners.

  “Do you want me to take you home?” His lips brushed against my temple as he watched me.

  “No,” I said quickly.

  “Then what’s wrong, doc?” He wrapped his arm around my chest and gripped my shoulder.

  “I’m going to sound crazy.”

  Damn it. How could I explain the peace and happiness I felt without sounding like a total wack job?

  “I’d rather know than sit here and wonder why I’ve made you cry,” he said, stroking my collarbone with his thumb.

  I shook my head and sighed, relaxing against his body. “I’m stressed out after work, and sometimes it takes me days to shake off what I’ve seen at the hospital. It’s been a long time since I felt truly at peace, but being here, in your arms and watching the sunset with the sound of the waves, I feel it—serenity that I haven’t been able to find in so long.”

  “I can’t imagine the things you’ve seen.” He pulled my body closer, wrapping his arms around me, making me feel safe and secure, enveloped by his warmth and muscle.

  “You don’t want to, Michael. The people I’ve lost haunt me at night. I can’t remember the last time I slept without a nightmare or sleeping pills.” I placed my hand on his arm and squeezed. “So to have this brief moment where I’m reminded of the world’s beauty and feel like only the two of us exist brings tears to my eyes. You chased away the demons, if only for a little while.” I stared across the water, watching the sky turn purple as the sun kissed the edge of the world.

  “Stay in the here and now. Nothing else matters but the two of us, on this beach, in each other’s arms. I’m not going anywhere, are you?”

  “We can’t stay like this forever,” I said, turning my face toward him.

  “I’ll stay as long as you need to help chase away your nightmares, Mia.” Grabbing my chin, he pulled my mouth to his.

  We stared at each other, and I searched his eyes. They were soft and kind and made my heart feel funny. Michael Gallo did not fit the mold of fighter bad boy. He was a romantic, and made me feel like the only person that mattered in the world.

  My body ignited as his lips pressed against mine. He glided his hands across my shoulder until they rested against my throat. My heart danced under his fingertips as he kissed me softly.

  Our eyes remained open as I turned in his arms and straddled him. Our breathy moans and the lapping of the waves on the shore were the only sounds, as his kiss became more demanding and I opened to him.

  I never wanted to kiss someone as much as I wanted Michael to ravage my mouth and put his hands all over my body. The power of his grip on my back as I kissed him had me wanting more. Pushing him back against the blanket, I sat up and stared down at him, as his hands slid up my legs and caressed my hips.

  As I leaned forward, my hair sheltered us from the world as it cascaded around his head. “Make me forget, Michael,” I whispered.

  His hand stilled. Squeezing my thighs, he leaned forward and nipped at my lips. I collapsed against his chest, my nipples hardening with the contact. His cock grew hard and I gasped in his mouth.

  “Sorry, doc. Some things I can’t control,” he mumbled against my lips.

  His hands roamed my body as our lips and tongues stayed entwined. Fisting his hair in my hands, I demanded to be kissed harder. My body ached for his touch. I wanted to be filled and feel alive, as I ground myself against him to relieve the throb I hadn’t felt in so long.

  A small moan escaped his lips, as he grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

  “Not here, Michael. Not like this,” I whispered, leaning over him.

  “I wasn’t even thinking about it, Mia.” He looked in my eyes as he pulled my face closer to his. “You want to stay or do you want me to take you home?”

  I wanted to stay on the beach in his arms all night, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready to give myself to him, and I knew the longer I kissed him the more I’d want to.

  “Take me home,” I whispered against his lips, still feeling his hardness against me. A lump formed in my throat as I questioned my decision.

  Sitting up, he adjusted my body, breaking the contact that had almost driven us over the edge. “Just promise me that you’ll see me again.”

  The lump that had formed in my throat disappeared, and was replaced by warmth that flowed throughout my body. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead against his and listened to his breathing—rapid and jagged. “I’d love to, Michael. Thank you.”

  “What are you thanking me for?” he asked, backing away.

  “For not pressuring me and still wanting to see me after I turned you down.”

  “Mia,” he said as he grabbed my face, “if anything, it made me want to see you more. I didn’t think that was even possible. I like you a lot, and we’ll do things at your pace and when you feel comfortable. I didn’t do all this just to get in your panties.”

  “But you were hoping to,” I said as I smiled, my face growing flushed.

  “I won’t lie. I can’t wait to ri
p those off of you and feel your body against mine. It’s worth the wait. You’re worth the wait,” he said, holding my cheek in his hand.

  I smiled, resting my hand against his chest. “Want me to take care of that with my needle?” I asked with a smirk, and pointed to his crotch.

  His grip on my arms grew tight. “Don’t ever, and I mean ever, talk about my cock and your needle again, doc. It was funny at the bar, but right now, not as much.” He laughed, his body shaking under mine. “Come on, let’s go before you get any more crazy ideas.”

  I kissed him tenderly, still laughing, as he picked me up and carried me from the beach. Michael wasn’t the cocky bastard I thought when I first met him—well, not entirely.

  I looked at him in a new light after our first date. There was more to the man, and I wanted to know every inch of him.

  Chapter 8

  It had been a week since I’d seen Mia, and I was at my breaking point. I needed to touch her again. We spent the time apart talking on the phone, texting, and learning a lot about each other.

  I found out silly things, like her favorite color, which was purple, and that she loved listening to music and dancing around her house.

  When she talked about her work, her mood usually changed. “Happiness” wasn’t a word I’d use to describe her feelings about her job. The ER seemed to suck the life out of her. When she lost a patient, she’d share her feelings of despair with me.

  It was like a punch to my gut, more damaging than any blow I’d ever felt. I couldn’t imagine working in a place that was filled with sorrow.

  But when she talked about the clinic, the entire conversation oozed happiness. I heard the change in her voice as she told me about the people and how she felt like she made a difference.

  Me: Why don’t you just work there full-time? It seems to make you happy.

  Sitting on my parents’ couch, I tried to pay attention to the conversations around me as I texted Mia. Football season had ended, the basketball playoffs were wrapping up, and baseball season became the main after-dinner attraction at the Gallo Sunday dinners.

  “Fuckin’ Cubs,” my pop yelled at the television.

  They were his favorite team, and hadn’t won a damn thing since before he was born. Think he’d be used to it by now, but not my pop—he was a die-hard believer, and no Gallo would ever be called a quitter.

  Mia: It’s all donations with little government funding. No money for that.

  “Hey, Ma,” I said as she sat across from me, rolling her eyes at her still-cursing husband.

  “Yeah, baby.” She turned to me and smiled.

  “Ever hear of the clinic in town that offers free medical care to the poor?”

  Her smiled faded as she shook her head. “No, I don’t think I have. Why are you asking?”

  I shrugged and turned the phone over in my hand. “Just curious. It’s all donation based, and I know how the two of you are about helping local charities.”

  “What do you know about it? If it’s worthy, your father and I would be more than happy to help.” She leaned back in the chair, picking up her yarn to work on a baby blanket.

  “A group of doctors volunteer their time, but I don’t know much else. I’ll find out about it and let you know.” I glanced down at my phone, on silent around my family to avoid the questions.

  Mia: Hey, what time are you picking me up?

  “Okay, baby.” She placed the blanket over her lap before starting to work on it.

  Me: At five, and wear a swimsuit under your outfit.

  “Who you making that for?” I asked.

  “My grandbaby,” she said in a flat, even tone.

  “Is someone having a baby I don’t know about?” I asked as I looked around the room, but everyone ignored us.

  “Not yet.” She frowned and said, “Soon, though, I hope.”

  I looked at Suzy, who was staring at the television, a little too engrossed in the game. She hated sports, but at the moment she was totally enthralled. My brother, Joe, and Suzy could never tell Ma no. It had become the giant elephant in the room, as both of them always pretended not to hear her when she talked about babies.

  “I’m not ready for a kid,” Joe leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m too busy enjoying Suzy and I’m way too greedy to share my time with her.”

  “She’s not going to stop,” I said softly.

  “I may be old, boys, but I’m not deaf,” Ma said with a laugh.

  “Busted,” I said.

  “I’m watching your face as you type feverishly on that phone, Mike. I hope it isn’t the crazy lady,” Joe said as he leaned back and turned his attention toward the game.

  “Hell no. I’ve been knocked in the head a couple times, but I’m not stupid.”

  He hit me on the knee with a smile. “Stupidity isn’t the issue—our dicks are the problem.”

  “Amen to that, brother.” I laughed. “Nah, this one isn’t like that.”

  Raising an eyebrow, he said, “They’re all like that.”

  “I haven’t even slept with her, Joe.”

  He looked at me in horror. “When did you meet her?”

  “That’s a complicated answer.”

  “I’ll take your complicated over the Cubs any day.”

  “We met at a bar over a week ago, and I took her on a date last week, but she treated me in the ER when I broke my ribs.”

  “Wait. You went on a real date?” He eyed me suspiciously.

  “I did.”

  “And you didn’t sleep with her after?”

  I shook my head and smiled. “Nope.”

  “Well fuck me, never thought that was possible,” Joe said, hitting my leg and laughing loudly.

  There was no way in hell would I share that I rented the beach, and all the sappy-ass shit I did for Mia.

  No fucking way.

  That was for her and I, and Joe sure as shit didn’t need to know. He’d laugh at me and probably call me Romeo for weeks, but I knew the truth about my brother. He was just as big of a softy as me. He swept Suzy off her feet, and she described him as a Casanova.

  “I’m not a walking hard-on. I can date someone without fucking them.” I looked at my ma, surprised she hadn’t yelled at us for our language, but she was wrapped up in grandbaby world.

  The couch shook with his laughter. “We’re all walking hard-ons, but I’m proud of you, brother. When are you seeing her again?”

  Before I could answer, Izzy walked in and stretched out on the floor with her head perched in her hands as she stared at the television.

  “Today.” Looking at my watch, I said, “One hour, in fact.”

  “What’s today?” Izzy asked, turning around.

  “Nothing, Iz. Why do you always have to be so damn nosy?” I sounded like a dick, and I might as well have put a billboard above my head with my response.

  She giggled like she did when she was a little girl watching her favorite television show, Fraggle Rock. “God, you boys are so easy to read. Don’t come crying to me when this one wants your name tattooed on her body. You sure know how to pick ’em, Mikey.”

  I swiped my hands across my face, shaking my head. “Where’s your man, Iz? We’ve been dying to meet him,” I said, looking down at her.

  “Hell no, I’m not bring him around you baboons for a long time. When I do, you’ll know he’s the one—until then, he’s only for me. Learned my lesson long ago with you boys.”

  “We’re not the same. We’ve grown up,” Joe said, before grabbing Suzy’s hand and kissing it.

  “In some ways,” she said over her shoulder, turning her attention back to the game.

  “Anyway,” I murmured, changing the subject and looking at my ma. “Hey, Ma, can we have dessert now? I have an appointment.”

  “On a Sunday?” she asked, putting down the needles.

  “He has a date, Mom. A hot one, I’d say, for him to be rushing out of here on a Sunday.” Izzy smiled at my mom before looking at me with a shitty smirk.
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br />   I grabbed the pillow from the side of the couch and threw it at her. “I have a date, Ma. I have to leave in thirty minutes. Forgive me?”

  One thing you didn’t mess with was the Sunday Gallo dinner. Days like today, they seemed like torture.

  “Anything for love, Michael.” She smiled.

  She didn’t have to say it, but I knew my mother well enough that she’d do anything for love, even hand out dessert a little early. The visions of babies danced around in her head too much for her to deny any of us a pass on family time, for the chance of love and that elusive grandchild.

  Chapter 9

  My palms were slick and my heart felt like it would burst as I put on the harness. “I can’t believe you talked me into this shit,” I said, my hands shaking so badly I couldn’t snap the latch between my legs.

  “I thought you liked an adrenaline rush, and I know you love the ocean. Couldn’t think of a better thing to do. Two-for-one deal.” He smiled at me, fastening his harness without a problem.

  “Just my fucking luck. Yay,” I said, and clapped. “But you forgot one thing.” I held up my finger and waved it in the air.

  “What?” he asked as he stepped closer, grabbing my finger.

  “I’m afraid of heights.”

  “Shit, I didn’t know. Probably the one thing we didn’t talk about this week. It’s safe, and I’ll be with you. It’s the most amazing view from up there. We have to do it. I promise, you’ll love it.”

  “And if I don’t?” I asked, as I tilted my head and smirked.

  “Then I’ll do anything you want, but I know you will. Plus, you can just hold on to me and scream. I won’t think any less of you—well, not much, at least.”

  I couldn’t believe I was going to follow through and let myself be pulled over the ocean by a thin rope. “Fine, but I can’t get this damn thing on,” I said, frustrated and scared as I threw up my hands in defeat.

  “Let me. It would be my pleasure.” He kneeled before me, brushing his hand against my inner thigh as he grabbed one end of the strap.

  I sucked in a breath, shuddering, as I grabbed his shoulder to steady myself. If it wasn’t bad enough that I was petrified to the point of almost hyperventilating, the feel of his skin against mine took my breath away.