He set it down and approached me. “Now, I can visualize where you sleep when you’re not in my bed.” He was holding my cheek and bending down to kiss me. Within a few moments, he pulled his lips away. “Get me out of this room before I throw you on that mattress and rip off your scrubs.”

I hurried us into the hallway, and from here, I could see Emily was just putting the plates onto the table. Not having enough time to change, I took a sip of my beer and sat in my usual seat.

“This looks excellent,” Caleb said, sitting next to me.

“Wait until you try it,” I replied. “Emily makes the best burgers.”

“They’re better than my singing, I promise.”

I glanced at Caleb as he was adding ketchup to his fries. “You guys need a cook-off or a cook-together or something like that.”

“Ohhh, I would love to get my hands dirty in your kitchen,” she said. “Whitney told me you have appliances she’s never seen before.”

Caleb took a bite of his burger, and Emily and I watched him chew, waiting for his reaction.

His eyes were signaling how much he was enjoying it, but he wiped his mouth before he commented, “My kitchen is yours anytime you want it.” He took another bite. “What do you put in here?”

“It’s a secret ingredient.” She grinned, holding her beer. “But when I’m cookie drunk later, I might just be foolish enough to tell you.”

While my best friend and the man of my dreams were discussing their favorite kitchen hacks, I couldn’t stop the happiness from filling me. Emily had hated all the men I dated in the past, but I could see her love for Caleb growing each second.

It didn’t matter how tired I was; nothing compared to this feeling.

Twenty-Seven

“Good morning,” Caleb whispered into the back of my head.

His alarm had gone off a few minutes ago, and we were soaking up our last few seconds together before I had to get in the shower and head to work.

“Mmm,” I groaned as I rolled over and met his bare chest, resting my face on it, running my fingers through his small patch of hair.

His body was always so warm, and he kept the air-conditioning at freezing temperatures, just like the hospital, so when I slept over, I buried myself against him.

“How about I grab us some coffee, and I’ll meet you in the shower?”

I leaned up, looking at his messy hair and the scruff that had grown overnight, a shadow that would only last until he washed up. “You’re not going running?”