I'll Be Seeing You by A.P. Hallmark Read Free Book Online

was just downstairs looking for me." Krista gasps at hearing this bit of disturbing news.
    "What the hell does she want?" she asks angrily.
    "I don't know, but she threatened to return tomorrow. I'm in surgery all day, so if you get the opportunity, will you please take care of it? I don't want her to step one foot on this floor. In this building for that matter," I say turning toward my office.
    "Oh, don't you worry about that, Matthew. I’ll take care of it," she says, picking up her phone and dialing as she speaks, determination written all over her face.
    As I read my messages, Jessie comes bounding down the hall toward me. I quickly make it to my office and slam the door before he reaches it, laughing aloud when he curses me from the other side.
    "Fuck you, Matthew," he bellows opening the door, slamming it behind him. "So, did you ask her out?" he asks as he drops his body onto my leather couch.
    "I did."
    "And?"
    "She said yes."
    "And?"
    "We’re going to Maddie's barbeque on Saturday," I answer. "And so are you."
    "What?" he blurts out, sitting up straight. “Why do we need to go?”
    "Well, it's kind of a long story. Laura is Joy's best friend and you are mine, best friend that is. Maddie is ‘in like’, or whatever, with Brian. Brian is Laura's brother. We all have a connection and Maddie wants us all there when she makes her move on Brian. Got all that?" I ask, reading my emails.
    "Ah hell, Matt, I had a different set of plans for Laura for Saturday night. A romantic dinner at my place, wine, sex, music, more wine, more sex, then more sex," Jessie says, sitting back and closing his eyes, visualizing.
    "Jess, listen, I made a deal with Joy that she won't say anything to Laura about your lack of monogamy if you treat her friend right, but if all you want is a fresh fuck, then she will steer Laura away from you. Apparently, Laura is a good girl. In the past, men have treated her badly, and Joy won't see that happening again if she can help it. So, what I'm saying is, don't do it, man. Don't use her. Call her and cancel the date."
    He just sits there and glares at me. We are in the throes of a stare down. I know he’s contemplating what I’ve said, and he sits up, placing his elbows on his knees, twisting his hands.
    "Okay," he says getting up to leave.
    "Okay, what?" I ask before he reaches the door.
    "Okay, I heard you." He slams the door behind him.
    Having no clue what that means, I shrug and know there is no way I want to get involved in his sex life. Seeing Joy hurt because my friend used her friend, is not something I want either.
    Spending the rest of the afternoon reviewing my patient's file, I’ve planned the surgery and gone over the details with a fine-tooth comb, outlining the procedure step by step. Intending on inviting three interns to observe, I give Krista the names to send out the notice. Then my stomach growls at me.
    I realize I haven't eaten anything but half a muffin, which, of course, brings my mind back to Joy. Krista walks into my office and finds me daydreaming.
    "Honeysuckle girl?" she asks, placing a stack of files on my desk.
    Looking down at them then back to her, I faintly nod my head, noting her smile as she walks out the door.
    With that, I decide now’s the time to go home because I'm tired and hungry and need to rest up for surgery in the morning.
    After carefully pulling my Jag into the garage, I enter the house through the door adjoining the kitchen, noticing the silence — the loneliness. I dislike this part of the day the most. There’s no one waiting to greet me or to ask how my day went. No one is here to just sit with me and enjoy the quiet evening. Walking over to the stereo, I turn it on just for background noise.
    Despite my hunger, I decide to go to the basement and work out to shake this feeling of loneliness instead.
    Even after eight miles of running, still all I can do is think of her. Exasperated that a few rounds with the boxing bag doesn’t get her off my