her, but because I don’t see any other way. She won’t come. This place is her dream. Mine is being in the pros.
“Caleb?” Sky asks.
I look into her wild-colored eyes and smile. “Hi.”
“Hey. Are you okay?”
“That was fast,” I say like an idiot.
“I said I would be. Want to eat?” She’s all smiles. How could I refuse?
Skylar picks up a plate and plastic spoon and removes the lid from the glass container. She spoons ravioli onto my plate then pops it in the microwave. “I need to heat it up.”
The microwave beeps and she returns with my plate. I wait until she has her plate before I dig in. Hey, I’ve got some manners.
The ravioli is delicious. “This is probably the best pasta I’ve ever had.”
She smiles. “Kayla and I made it together. She helped with the sauce and filling. I made the dough. I’m glad you like it. I was a little worried. It’s the first time I ever hand-rolled the dough out.”
I choke on a sip of wine and sputter, “You made this from scratch?”
Sky blushes and nods. I’m touched. She obviously went through a lot of trouble for this dinner and it just makes me realize even more how much of an asshole I am.
“Sky, I …”
She looks at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. Her gorgeous eyes bore into me and I feel my entire self-worth being examined. Who am I kidding anymore? I clearly don’t deserve her.
“May I ask you something?”
Sky looks puzzled but nods. “You may.”
I swallow. This is it. “Where are you applying to medical school?”
She leans back in her chair and laughs. “Oh man, I thought you were going to ask me something life altering. You looked so serious, it was quite scary.” She pauses. “Hmm … of course I am applying here. But I’m looking at other schools around this area. Why do you ask? Is this what you’re worried about?”
“Kind of. So, you won’t leave?”
She shakes her head. “No. I really like it here. And they’ve got a really good medical unit. I want to get into the pediatrics department but I would like the neurology department too. I don’t know yet. There is so much to do and all of it is great. You know? I feel like I was meant to be here.”
And that’s why I’ll never ask you to come with me. Because you are meant to be here, without me .
“Caleb, you look all serious again. What is it?”
“Nothing, babe. I’m fine. Really.” It’s just that my deepest fear has been confirmed. I’m going to lose you very soon .
Chapter 11
Skylar
It’s Valentine’s Day. Caleb and I have barely talked since our dinner a few days ago. In all fairness, we’ve been really busy studying and writing papers, and don’t even get me started about work. We have a couple of author signings coming up and that means reorganizing things. Lots of reorganizing. But more hours are good for the paycheck, so I shouldn’t complain. It just means less time with Caleb.
As I’m driving back to my dorm, my phone rings, and I answer it with a giddy smile. “Hi.”
“Liv, it’s your mom.”
I frown. Not that I don’t love talking to my mom, I just wish it were Caleb calling. “Hey, Mom. Are you guys in town?”
“We’re almost there. Do you kids have plans tonight? If you do, go ahead, and we’ll have breakfast and lunch tomorrow.”
“Sounds great, Mom.” It does. Really. The problem is I don’t actually know what I’m doing tonight. Caleb and I haven’t even had a discussion via text about this. That’s sad, isn’t it? I certainly don’t want to tell my mom this. I love her, but there are some conversations I’d rather stab my eyeballs with a pencil than have with her.
“Just call me back with places you kids want to eat at tomorrow.”
“Will do.”
We hang up and I sigh.
I pull into my dorm parking lot and call Caleb. The phone rings twice and then I get his voicemail. I groan and head into my building.
Great. I thought one of the perks of having a boyfriend on this holiday is
“Caleb?” Sky asks.
I look into her wild-colored eyes and smile. “Hi.”
“Hey. Are you okay?”
“That was fast,” I say like an idiot.
“I said I would be. Want to eat?” She’s all smiles. How could I refuse?
Skylar picks up a plate and plastic spoon and removes the lid from the glass container. She spoons ravioli onto my plate then pops it in the microwave. “I need to heat it up.”
The microwave beeps and she returns with my plate. I wait until she has her plate before I dig in. Hey, I’ve got some manners.
The ravioli is delicious. “This is probably the best pasta I’ve ever had.”
She smiles. “Kayla and I made it together. She helped with the sauce and filling. I made the dough. I’m glad you like it. I was a little worried. It’s the first time I ever hand-rolled the dough out.”
I choke on a sip of wine and sputter, “You made this from scratch?”
Sky blushes and nods. I’m touched. She obviously went through a lot of trouble for this dinner and it just makes me realize even more how much of an asshole I am.
“Sky, I …”
She looks at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. Her gorgeous eyes bore into me and I feel my entire self-worth being examined. Who am I kidding anymore? I clearly don’t deserve her.
“May I ask you something?”
Sky looks puzzled but nods. “You may.”
I swallow. This is it. “Where are you applying to medical school?”
She leans back in her chair and laughs. “Oh man, I thought you were going to ask me something life altering. You looked so serious, it was quite scary.” She pauses. “Hmm … of course I am applying here. But I’m looking at other schools around this area. Why do you ask? Is this what you’re worried about?”
“Kind of. So, you won’t leave?”
She shakes her head. “No. I really like it here. And they’ve got a really good medical unit. I want to get into the pediatrics department but I would like the neurology department too. I don’t know yet. There is so much to do and all of it is great. You know? I feel like I was meant to be here.”
And that’s why I’ll never ask you to come with me. Because you are meant to be here, without me .
“Caleb, you look all serious again. What is it?”
“Nothing, babe. I’m fine. Really.” It’s just that my deepest fear has been confirmed. I’m going to lose you very soon .
Chapter 11
Skylar
It’s Valentine’s Day. Caleb and I have barely talked since our dinner a few days ago. In all fairness, we’ve been really busy studying and writing papers, and don’t even get me started about work. We have a couple of author signings coming up and that means reorganizing things. Lots of reorganizing. But more hours are good for the paycheck, so I shouldn’t complain. It just means less time with Caleb.
As I’m driving back to my dorm, my phone rings, and I answer it with a giddy smile. “Hi.”
“Liv, it’s your mom.”
I frown. Not that I don’t love talking to my mom, I just wish it were Caleb calling. “Hey, Mom. Are you guys in town?”
“We’re almost there. Do you kids have plans tonight? If you do, go ahead, and we’ll have breakfast and lunch tomorrow.”
“Sounds great, Mom.” It does. Really. The problem is I don’t actually know what I’m doing tonight. Caleb and I haven’t even had a discussion via text about this. That’s sad, isn’t it? I certainly don’t want to tell my mom this. I love her, but there are some conversations I’d rather stab my eyeballs with a pencil than have with her.
“Just call me back with places you kids want to eat at tomorrow.”
“Will do.”
We hang up and I sigh.
I pull into my dorm parking lot and call Caleb. The phone rings twice and then I get his voicemail. I groan and head into my building.
Great. I thought one of the perks of having a boyfriend on this holiday is
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