Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Working with both of them was a dream come true. Draco has since moved back home, but we talk on the phone at least once a week. I do the same with my folks.
“Do you want to tag-along to Dr. Morgan’s office tomorrow when I drop off my thank you note?”
“I can’t,” I answer in a rush. I follow that up with the one word reason I have to bow out. “School.”
It’s not a complete lie. I’ll be busy on campus tomorrow, but apart from that, I’ve seen enough of Dr. Morgan this weekend.
I’m still trying to accept the fact that we had a mind-blowing sexual encounter at a private party two weeks before my twenty-first birthday.
Or at least my mind was blown by it.
He was blown by me.
“I’ll tell him you said hi if I see him,” she offers.
“No, that’s okay,” I follow that with a nervous laugh.
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Why not?”
Because I don’t need him to know that I’m thinking about him.
Since I can’t share the reason with her, I switch the subject to one I suspect she’s fond of. “When you see Saylor again, can you tell her that she’ll have the sweater for Piggie very soon?”
That does its job. Pen beams with a huge grin. “She’ll love that. I can pick it up when you’re done, or I guess if you’re close to the hospital you can drop it off. I’m sure she’d be excited to see you again. I know she’s been bored having to hang around there.”
Since it would take me less than a couple of hours to knit a tiny sweater for her toy, and Dr. Morgan is apparently scheduled to be at his office all day tomorrow, I see a break from school in my immediate future.
“I’ll drop it off along with some coloring books and crayons.”
“You’re the best, Els.” She finishes the last of her drink. “I had no idea on Friday that I’d have a friend like you by the end of the weekend.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gaines
Apparently fate has decided to fuck me over again and again, and now, it’s happened for a third time.
Ironically, repeated fucking is something I would like to be doing with the woman standing outside the door to Daxton Robinson’s hospital room, but she has a boyfriend, and she’s still the cousin of my cousin’s wife. I’ve branded her off-limits and that can’t change.
It doesn’t hurt to look, though, so I stare at her.
Her hip is cocked in a way that speaks of the sensuality I’m not sure she knows she possesses. Two male staff members who have passed her and taken a second look get the appeal.
Eloise is effortlessly beautiful.
From this vantage point, a few feet behind her, I’m getting the bonus of not only a clear view of her ass in a pair of faded jeans, but her hair piled up on her head in a messy bun.
“Dr. Morgan?”
The feminine voice behind me lures Eloise’s gaze over her shoulder. Her eyes lock with mine briefly before a nurse steps directly in front of me.
Her green eyes give me the once-over. She’s new, and not especially skilled in compassionate care or attention to detail.
I’ve had to scold her twice in the last hour when I was down in the emergency department for a cardiac consult.
I caught her berating a patient. She took it upon herself to comment on what she perceived as his bad attitude. He lost his wife mere weeks ago amid his own health battle. He’s on the transplant list for a new heart, but that window is closing quickly.
Add to that, she was confused when I barked out a list of the tests I required in order to offer him the care he deserves, and more importantly, needs today. I had to repeat the list twice.
“What is it?”
I don’t bother adding her name to the end of the question because I don’t care enough to remember it, and I refuse to glance at her ID badge because she’s pinned it to her scrubs so it bounces off her left tit with each step she takes.
Her gaze skips over my face, stopping to stare into my eyes. “I have those test results you wanted, Gaines.”
That perks my brow. “It’s Dr. Morgan.”
“Right?” She smirks. “Dr. Morgan.”
I tilt my hand up to show her the tablet in it. “I’ve already looked those over. You’re needed in the emergency department.”
“I thought you might need me.” She adds to that by trailing a finger over my forearm.
I jerk it out of her reach immediately.
It’s not the first time I’ve been hit on at work, but I’ve never mixed business with pleasure, and beyond that, I’m not the least bit interested in what she’s offering.
“Go back to the ED,” I order, adding what I should have said to her an hour ago, “I’m about to write you up.”