The Doctor's Damsel (Men of the Capital Book 3) by Cara Nelson Read Free Book Online Page B

doctor, she decided. When he turned around, she smiled slowly. He braced his hands on the arms of her chair and leaned in toward her.
    “Don’t shout when I’m bowling. I came to win.” He paused, inches from her face and she held her breath, waiting for him to kiss her. Instead, he stood up. “Your turn.”
    Becca hefted the hot pink bowling ball in one hand and strode to the line confidently, determined to show off the switch in her walk, if not any particular athletic skill. She eyed the rows of pins. Then the music switched and the blacklight came on. Dots of light from the disco ball swirled around them, and the song switched to Tainted Love . With a shimmy of delight, she looked over her shoulder at Abe, who had stopped with his beer bottle halfway to his mouth, dumbfounded by the psychedelic display.
    “Isn’t it fabulous!” she beamed, turning back to the game. With an insouciant shrug, she strutted forward and threw the ball with a hard spin. When all the pins toppled down, she shrieked in delight and jumped up and down. “STRIKE!” she squealed, clapping her hands with unaffected joy.
    Turning around to see if Abe was suitably impressed, she nearly ran squarely into his chest. He was upon her, looming over her in a way that made her heart pound. He took her by the shoulders and kissed her hard and fast, her knees going weak as she clutched his shirt for balance. He released her as quickly as he’d captured her and she subsided into a chair as casually as she could.
    They bowled a few more frames, but her head wasn’t really in the game. They were touching each other more. He’d tug her ponytail playfully as he went by; Becca slapped his butt when he got a spare. It was rowdy and suggestive, a complicated mating dance that had her wanting to wrap her legs around him. When it came to the last frame, she turned around and beckoned him to join her at the lane.
    “I need your help,” she whispered urgently. “I need something out of my purse.” She raised her eyebrows, as if to imply that it was a female emergency of some sort.
    Cooperatively, he went back and grabbed for her purse, the musical dildo tumbling out. Becca dissolved into laughter as he gaped at the item in his hand. Recovering quickly, he brandished it, coming toward her with amused menace.
    “My lady, you required a specialized tool?” He offered. She took the dildo from him as if he were presenting an Academy Award. “I believe this is what you’re looking for.”
    “Thank you so much. You’ve found exactly what I need.” She smiled sweetly. “Your turn.”
    He bowled a strike and when he turned around, arms raised in victory, she slid her arms around his waist, tipped her head up and met his lips with hers. As he kissed her slowly, hands framing her face gently, he heard the strains of cowboy music begin as she switched on the dildo she was hiding behind his back. He laughed against her mouth and kissed her again.
    “Give me that.” He growled and turned it off. “You don’t need that.”
    “Really? Why not?”
    “Because now you have me,” he said against her ear, catching her earlobe in his teeth. She giggled.
    “Are you hungry? I’m starved. Let’s go get something to eat.” They relinquished their rented shoes and she concealed the dildo in her purse again.
    “Do you want to drive or should I?”
    “I rode here on my bike.”
    “Ooh, Harley?”
    “No. Schwinn. It’s a ten-speed.” She laughed.
    “So I’ll drive,” she said, leading the way to her beat up blue Nissan. She’d gotten it used for her sixteenth birthday, and it was now a decade old. She reached across the seat to unlock the passenger door and he got in the car.
    “So what’s its name?”
    “What?”
    “You asked about my victory ritual, so what’s your car’s name?”
    “Rosie.”
    “I’m not sure you’ve noticed this, but your car isn’t red or even pink. It’s blue.”
    “I know that. I got it the year I played Laura in the Glass