Sweet Nothing by Jamie McGuire, Teresa Mummert Page B

to hover above her head. When she spoke, her wild bun wobbled.
    Dr. Rosenberg barely acknowledged her, looking trapped and uncomfortable. Good. Michaels had likely talked him into grabbing a drink after work. She wasn’t known to take no for an answer, and Dr. Rosenberg had been catching a lot of hell recently for not being approachable. I sighed, hating that I was making excuses for him. If I wasn’t careful, he would topple from the pedestal I placed men like him on.
    Josh stopped and turned to see what had drawn my attention. When he faced me again, I felt my cheeks burn.
    He gestured toward the doctor, clearly annoyed. “What is your deal with him? Are you having an affair?”
    “No. God, no. He’s married,” I stuttered, not anticipating him being so direct. Josh wasn’t the type to sugarcoat anything, no matter how bitter the truth was to swallow.
    “So?”
    I frowned.
    He held up his hands and shrugged. “I’m not saying I agree with it, but a doctor banging a nurse isn’t the craziest thing I’ve heard.”
    “Dr. Rosenberg is a good man. He would never cheat on his wife.”
    “So, that’s it,” Josh said as the skin between his eyebrows smoothed and he visibly relaxed.
    “What?”
    “Why you like him so much. He’s safe. You think you don’t have to worry about him returning your affection.”
    I turned to him and narrowed my eyes, leaning my shoulder into the cushion. “Well, Dr. Avery, continue your analysis.”
    “You obviously have daddy issues.”
    “Oh, please. Who doesn’t?” His assessment was spot on, and I tried to count the years it had been since I’d even spoken to my aunt.
    He didn’t hesitate. “You like me.”
    “False.”
    “Bullshit.” His eyebrow rose as he tipped the beer bottle to his lips.
    “That certainly falls in line with your initial belief that I’m addicted to unrequited love.”
    “You’re in love with him?” He didn’t try to hide the disgust in his tone.
    “No. That’s not what I said. At all.”
    “Then stop staring at him,” he said.
    I blinked, realizing I was watching the doctor again. “I wasn’t. I was … I’m watching Michaels.”
    “Because she’s with the doctor, and you’re jealous.”
    “I’m not jealous. I’m revolted. I might have a tiny crush on him,” I said, watching Josh squirm at my confession, “but I would never act on it. Michaels would .”
    Josh observed Michaels for nearly a minute before he made a judgment. “Yeah, she would. But Rosey is a big boy. You can’t make his decisions for him.”
    “He would never,” I said. “He loves his wife.”
    “Then why isn’t he at home with her right now? Even husbands who love their wives cheat. Men are animals, Avery. All it takes is fucking the same woman for seven years and a little extra attention from the right barely legal blonde.”
    I sneered. “Maybe for you.” I looked at Dr. Rosenberg with a new respect. “But not him. He’s one of the good ones.”
    “Get a few shots in him and see if that’s the case. He’s only human.”
    The multi-colored lights flashed over the bar, highlighting Deb giggling and pawing at Quinn. I hadn’t even noticed she’d left the love seat. Corner Hole was packed. The ten-by-ten wooden dance floor was shoulder to shoulder, couples were laughing and kissing, meeting for the first time and falling in love, and sitting next to me was my knight in shining armor, advocating adultery. I peered into my longneck bottle, wondering if maybe he was just a cynic in a tinfoil hat.
    My eyebrows pulled in. “Not every man shares your lack of morality.”
    He balked, almost offended. “I have never cheated.”
    I shot him a dubious look. “Because you’ve never been in a relationship.”
    “Exactly. I wouldn’t commit to someone if I wasn’t ready. That’s much different from those who are willing to leap but still stray.”
    I put down my beer. “I did … like you. For about two seconds. Then you started talking.”
    Josh put