The sleeves are rolled up, showing off muscular forearms. He took his suit jacket off long ago, leaving him in a pink – pink – dress shirt that looks surprisingly hot on him, with no tie and black slacks. “You don’t like me very much, do you?” He leans his tall, six foot four frame against the door and crosses his arms over his chest. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask him with an eyebrow raised. I try to make it into the ladies room ahead of him, but Will just follows me in and locks the door. In the middle of a conversation with Stacy I realize I’m beginning to feel a bit light headed, so I excuse myself and head to the bathroom to press a cold cloth on my forehead and refresh my lip gloss. Matt pours me another glass of wine and I immediately sip it, pushing my plate aside. Jules and her family’s gene pool is impressive. Isaac leans down and kisses his wife’s cheek and whispers something in her ear, making her grin. “It’s okay, guys, we still have about a month to go.” “So, if Stacy goes into labor, you can save the day,” Caleb suggests and we all giggle. “You’re young to have such an important job,” Will comments kindly, but I roll my eyes and ignore him, earning another glare from him. Matt fills my wine glass and offers me a kind smile and I find myself returning it. “I’ve been a nurse for about six years, in this position for two.”
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