Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
Breathless, Laurel said, “Could you see us doing this for the rest of our lives?”
We’d just had the most exhaustive kind of s*x and, having just come off a twenty-four hour call, I was spent. I was thinking about going home, crawling into bed, and sleeping the day away. “Sure.”
“It doesn’t scare you?”
“Why would it?”
She stared at me disbelievingly. “How would we ever get anything done?”
“We get a lot done, if you ask me.”
“Can you imagine what it would be like if we were together, together?”
together?That question, so lightly pressed that day, would crop up again and again, and would turn so threatening in time. In that moment, like the rest, it was a just game. Pure fantasy.
“We’d settle in.”
She c****d one brow. “Into what?”
“Life,” I said heading towa
