I drove home as he circled back around, taking a dirt road through a corn field and making sure that no one saw him. Finding secret routes to one another's houses was almost a game now. I knew three unlisted roads through corn fields that I could use to sneak over to his house. If I rode my bicycle, I didn't even have to leave the fields half the time. The bike also had the benefit of being easy to hide.
It was fun in a way, and depressing in another. As much fun as sneaking around was, it was hard. Some days I just wanted to be able to drive to his house, have a beer, and not worry about who saw my damn car there.
Once home, I started prepping things for our salad tonight. I had a bunch of different kinds of lettuce all straight from a local farm. There were fresh grown tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and even some local feta cheese. I made a balsamic dressing and turned the grill on for the chicken.
I was just putting the chicken on the grill when Jacob rolled up. He tucked his motorcycle under my weeping willow tree, using the dense leaves to hide it. While it wasn't visible from the road, it was visible from the house. I felt like we needed to find a better spot.
“Smells good,” he said, taking off his helmet and coming out to the grill. “I'm starving.”
“Good, because I made tons. Here, I have more veggies to chop,” I replied. He took the fork and tongs from me to take over grilling.
I hummed as I went to the kitchen and finished getting everything ready. It felt so domestic and peaceful. I could imagine life always being like this.
Jacob came in and I cut up the chicken and we ate dinner at my kitchen. The conversation was good and we ended up laughing through the entire meal. He was so easy to talk to and he had the most amazing stories from his time in med school. I loved that he treated me like an equal. He appreciated me.
I put the dishes in the sink and he wiped down the table and took care of the grill. I appreciated it, because I hated scraping the grill and making sure the coals were out. I would much rather take care of dishes than deal with that.
It was just one more example of how we made the perfect team.
Thunder rumbled overhead.
“I'm going to grab my stuff off the bike,” Jacob said, peering out the window at the sky. It didn't look too dark, but it was a good idea to grab his stuff just in case.
I followed him to the back door of the kitchen as he ran out and took a small side bag off his motorcycle. He stepped out from under the shelter of the tree and the sky suddenly let loose.
A torrential downpour came down, soaking him as he sprinted to the house. He clutched his bag to him, trying to keep it as dry as possible, but given how the rain was coming down, I wasn't sure how successful he was going to be.
“Are you okay?” I asked as he stumbled inside and I shut the door. His t-shirt was plastered to his chest like a second skin. I could see every line of his chest and abs.
“I'm fine,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair. Little droplets of water scattered all over the floor. “Let me check my bag and make sure everything is still dry.”
He set the bag on the kitchen floor and undid the zipper. Out came his white doctor coat and a stethoscope, as well as a change of scrubs and a set of medical journals.
“Good, the magazines are dry,” he said, setting them carefully up on a table. “Dr. Taggert loaned them to me.”
I shook my head and picked up the stethoscope. A very naughty idea entered my head. I got up, walked to my living room and made sure the door was locked. Then I came back to the kitchen where Jacob had put everything but the stethoscope neatly back in his bag.
“Hey, would you wear this for me?” I asked, holding the stethoscope up. Jacob frowned but took it and draped it over his shoulders.
“But you're all wet. You should take off your shirt,” I said with a coy smile. It took him a second to understand what I was saying, but then he flashed me a sexy smile.
“Of course, Nurse Hannah,” he said in a low voice that sent sexy shivers down my spine.
He pulled his wet shirt up and over his head. The shirt cl
ung to the curves of his muscles as he tossed it to the floor. It landed with a splat. He left it there and adjusted his stethoscope.
I forgot how to breathe looking at him. His muscles glistened with rainwater. His pants hung around his hips, showing off his lean lines and trim waist. He kicked off his shoes.
“So, you want to play doctor?” he asked, holding onto his stethoscope and grinning seductively at me.
“Let's go up to the exam room,” I replied breathlessly.
“Lead the way, Nurse Hannah.”
I hurried up the stairs to my room, skipping along with excitement.
I sat down on my bed as Jacob followed me into my room.