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Walking on my treadmill I was watching the news. The weatherperson came on and didn’t have anything nice to say. Friday and Saturday were a total washout with a prediction of severe thunderstorms, and now they were saying that there was a chance of rain for Sunday too. Well, that sucked, because I was looking forward to spending that day with Cameron.
Even as the weatherman spoke, there was a twinge of relief. Maybe the beach wasn’t a good idea for our first date. I mean it was hard enough to keep my eyes off him in the alley, even with the traumatic ordeal. Another day of him bare-chested, with all those rippling muscles as he emerged from the water, well, that was going to be delicious, jaw-dropping, torture.
If I could withstand all of that, it didn’t mean I was ready for him to see me in my bikini. I was fit, but more on the curvy side. My mother said I was blessed with an hourglass figure, but my hourglass was about fifteen pounds bigger than I’d like. Someone with a taller stature could get away with that, but I was barely five foot four. And every pound showed. Thankfully, my white doctor's jacket hid a lot of that.
With my long working hours, I didn’t have the time to maintain an exercise routine. Twenty minutes on the treadmill now wasn’t going to do what I wanted, at least not by Sunday. I needed a more intense workout and probably something better to eat than the peanut butter sandwich I had made for later.
It had been a long time since I thought about counting calories, but Cameron didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat, and that made me feel a little insecure about my own body. Not enough for me to call and cancel, though.
I hope our date Sunday is still taking place even if the day at the beach isn’t happening.
I clicked the off button on the television and got off the treadmill. It was almost ten. Normally I would be in bed, fast asleep getting ready for another long day at work the next day.But for some reason, I wasn’t the least bit tired. There was no point trying to sleep now. I knew once my head hit the pillow, all I would do was stare up at the ceiling and think about Cameron and what it would be like if he was lying beside me.
I sure in hell wouldn’t be worried about sleep.
We hadn’t even been out on a date, and just thinking about him got me all wet. Amanda had a date so calling her was out of the question. I wasn’t going to give in to my desire and call Cameron. My parents were traveling on vacation, so that left only one option. I dialed my kid brother, Ken. The kids should be in bed, so it might be a good time for us to catch up.
He answered the phone but all I could hear was screaming. Didn’t sound like the kids. “Where on earth are you?” I asked.
“Football game,” he replied.
I should’ve known. He had season tickets to watch them. Huge Patriots fan. Then again, we are from Boston. Most people were.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you another time.”
He asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine. Enjoy your game,” I replied.
“We are having a barbeque, Sunday. Why don’t you come?” he offered.
“I’ll let you know later.” He started shouting and cussing, which meant the other team scored. I never got how a game brought out a side of him that was so different from the kid I grew up with. “Love you,” I said and ended the call, knowing very well that he wasn’t even listening to me any longer.
Since I was wide awake and hungry, I might as well go out and get something...healthy to eat. Salad was so....green. But there was a Thai restaurant that I loved, and the owners even brought their dog to my clinic. Usually, I ordered delivery, but I needed to get out of my house for a while.
Shower now or later? It wasn’t like I would be crossing paths with anyone at this time of night. They were only open until ten, so takeout was the best option.
Grabbing my keys and purse, I headed out the door and placed my order while I walked to my car. I didn’t even bother to change out of my spandex shorts and sports bra.
Ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot and went inside. There was only one couple sitting at a table, and they looked like they were about to leave. I went directly up to the counter and was greeted with a smile.
“Dr. Swoony. Nice to see you. You work late again?” she asked.
“No. But didn’t feel like cooking,” I said.
“We would’ve delivered.”
That was the norm. “I needed to get out.” I paid for my dinner and said, “Have a great night.”
“You too,” she replied.
As I turned around with my bag, I saw the door opening, and Cameron walking in. Was I daydreaming? Could be. I’d been wanting to see him. And at least this time, he had clothes on.
“Sydney, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said as he approached.
Did that mean he was wishing he hadn’t? He was hard to read. Holding up my bag, I said, “Another few seconds, and you wouldn’t have.”
“Then I’m glad I showed up early. My order isn’t ready for another ten minutes. And I get to see you again,” he grinned at me, and I began to melt.Why do you need to be so freaking hot? “Want to sit and keep me company while I wait?”
