Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“He is well,” I reply as I drop into a chair. I open the computer and begin to go through the notes sent through from pathology. She sits down at the desk beside me and writes up some notes. Another nurse walks in. “Hey, Aria.”
“Oh my god, Nigella. I’m reading the best book on my Kindle.”
I keep reading my notes as I eavesdrop.
“Honestly, BookTok has shown me a whole new world. I can’t get enough.”
“Like what?” I reply, uninterested.
“I’m currently reading a fae book,” she continues to tell Nigella.
“Oh man, the hottest recs have been coming up in my feed lately.”
“Me too.”
I frown. “Speak English. What’s hot on your feed?”
“She’s a fairy and he’s a werewolf, and she’s just become a part of their pack to be shared among the alphas.”
“Oh, reverse harem. My favorite,” Nigella replies.
“Huh?” I glance up, my interest piqued. “What’s this?”
“A book I’m reading.”
“There are books like this out in the real world?” I frown, fascinated.
“A million. They’re seriously hot too. All men should be reading this stuff. It would make them a million times better in bed.”
“Where do I read these?”
“On Kindle.”
“Hmm.”
They keep talking, and I discreetly text the boys.
I have intel.
We need to buy a Kindle.
Stat!
Aria and Nigella finish up their conversation, and Aria finally wanders off.
“Tell me, Nigella, if you were going to find your daughter a nice man, where would you look?”
“A fun man or a nice man?” she asks.
“Nice and honorable.” I think for a moment. “And fun.”
“Hmm.” She twists her lips as she thinks. “Maybe church.”
“Apart from church.” I swing on my chair as I hold my pen in my hand. “Like a nice, wholesome . . . good guy.”
“The marrying type?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Hmm.” She thinks again. “Who is this for?”
“A close friend of mine has a nightmare of an ex, and I want to set her up with someone . . . but he has to be good.”
“Hmm, well . . . in my experience, I wouldn’t set her up with a doctor.”
“Absolutely not,” I reply. “That is out of the question.”
“And I wouldn’t set her up with a policeman or a security guard. They always seem to be on the prowl for extra action.”
“This is true.”
“And I wouldn’t set her up with an unavailable man.”
“Well, obviously.” I roll my eyes. “If he’s with someone else . . .”
“I mean emotionally unavailable.”
“Emotionally unavailable?” I frown. “Meaning what?”
“Well, lots of men think they want to settle down, but the reality is that they like playing the field, so they end up sabotaging every relationship they get into so that they can go back to being single.”
I stare at her for a moment as my mind processes this information.
Hmm . . .
“Sound familiar, Dr. Grayson?” She smirks.
“Not in the least,” I lie as I stand. “Anyway, if you know of any good guys, send them my way.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But he has to be financially independent, good looking, tall, and straight as fuck.”
“Straight?” She frowns.
“I mean, like a good guy. No funny business.”
Neil walks into the nurses’ station.
“Here comes a straight guy right now.” Nigella smiles.
“Yeah, right.” Neil smiles. “Dream on, baby.”
“Dr. Grayson is looking for a straight guy,” she tells him.
“Ohhh,” he teases. “I could be straight for you, Doctor.”
I roll my eyes. “You are an incorrigible flirt, Neil.”
“That’s what makes me so loveable.” He winks before picking up a chart and disappearing down the hall.
Rebecca
The bus pulls out into the traffic, and I turn toward the next line. I’m on bus duty, and afternoons are hectic. “Rebecca,” a voice calls from behind me.
I turn to see the father of one of my students from last year. He was always cute and quiet.
“Hi.” I smile.
Shit, what is his name?
“Long time, no see.” He smiles broadly.
“Yes. I know.” The next bus pulls up, and I gesture for the line to start getting on. “How is Greg doing?” I ask.
“He’s great.” His eyes hold mine as if he has something to say. “Listen . . . I . . .” He puts his weight onto his back foot. “I couldn’t ask you last year because it wasn’t really appropriate.”
I raise my eyebrow in question.
“Would you like to go out sometime?”
“Oh . . .” I’m taken aback. I was not expecting this. “What happened to your wife?”
“We haven’t been together for years.” He gives me a lopsided smile.
“Right.” Shit, I should have known that. “You want to go out on a . . . date?”
“If I’m overstepping, I apologize.”
“No, no. I’m just . . .” Actually . . . this could be perfect. “This is going to sound weird, but would you be opposed to going on a double date?”
“Oh . . .”
“It’s just, I haven’t dated since my marriage broke up, and . . .”
“You’re feeling nervous?”
“Apprehensive, and my brother is in the same boat. So we decided for our first few dates, we would try and go out together, if possible.”