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I found my legs between his. Embarrassed by him
seeing me in tears, I apologized for not being very
professional, “ I ’ m so
sorry. ”
    “Don ’ t
be, ” he reassured.
    He took my hand
in his, and consoled me, “ Let me take you to
lunch. ” He didn ’ t let go of my hand
the entire way to his truck. God ’ s gift to man, the
one without the golden shoes, managed to comfort me in record
time.

 
     
    ~11~
    Bradley led me to his large Black Hummer parked in the
Doctor ’ s lot. The ruggedness of the vehicle suited the man
who drove it. It was mild out and the cloudless sky boasted a
larger than life sun. It was the first winter day that felt milder
than the rest and showed the first signs of spring. It made me sad
to think that Mr. Wilson would be spending it grieving over his
sweet wife.
    Bradley opened the door for me and I stepped
up into his fancy truck which was full of black leather and fine
wood grains. It had that new car scent mixed with the smell of him
which was an intoxicating concoction.
    Referring to
his truck, he looked at me almost apologetically and
shrugged, “ Got it in the divorce
settlement. ”
    “I
don ’ t know who would ever divorce someone as kind as
you. ”
    He took his
place in the driver ’ s side and started up
the truck with a low rumble.
    He
confessed, “ Tell that to my bitch
ex-wife, she blames me for everything. I made her run to my
brother ’ s open arms. ” He
growled.
    “Your ex-wife
slept with Chase? ” I was shocked, “ What
brother does that? ”
    “Mine, and more
than once. ”
    “Are they still
together? ”
    “Chase claims
he was showing me how I could do better than her. Sleeping with her
was his way of proving his point. She would have taken me to the
cleaners if my lawyer hadn ’ t beaten her to it.
Bitterness doesn ’ t begin to describe
how I feel towards everything. ”
    “Are you angry
at both of them, Chase and your ex-wife? ” I
questioned.
    “Don ’ t forget my lawyer
too. I was screwed by all three. ”
    It was good
that Bradley felt he could confide in me. I just wanted to take him
in my arms and run my hands through his shaggy hair and look into
those dark eyes of his and comfort him. “ I know a good
Bistro that ’ s close to the
hospital, where we can talk, ” he said in a low
voice. We sat in silence the rest of the way until he parked. The
entire time we drove I imagined what it would feel like to have his
hands and those full lips all over my body. He said my name
interrupting my relationship starved thoughts. Imagining him
anywhere near me just made me shiver.
    The Bistro served organic everything and
fresh bread. We stood in line to get our food and then chose our
table after. There were no servers interrupting us; I could see why
he chose this place. The restaurant was busy and the buzz of
chatter along with the noises of porcelain to metal ensured our
privacy for the discussion we were going to have.
    “What went
wrong? ” I asked.
    His dark eyes
appeared darker, “ She could have
infarcted or we could have missed something completely different
like an aneurysm. Only way of knowing would be with an
autopsy. ” He redirected the conversation back to me, “ Did you want to tell me what bothered you most about her
death? ”
    I have
experienced dying patients before, but this one was different
because, “ She was going to be discharged. I
didn ’ t see this one coming. ”
    His brooding
eyes looked to mine, “ It bothered me too,
Chanel ” he confessed. “ I just had to get out
of the hospital and try to escape from it. ”
    “So you felt
the same? ”
    “I
did. ” His hand brushed mine accidentally or maybe on purpose
as he was reaching for the salt and then he said something that
made my heart to a flip flop, “ Maybe we can escape
it together. ”
    “I ’ d like that, ” I
simpered.
    His dark eyes looked longingly into mine for
a fraction of a second before he cast them down, but the silence
between us lasted