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)
Eloise: K.
It’s not exactly a date, but I do get to see him again, so I toss my phone back on the couch to head to my bedroom to change out my T-shirt for my favorite black and white polka dot blouse.
“You’re Eloise, right?”
I stop mid-step to greet the man approaching me. “That’s right. You’re Dr. Sexton?”
“Correct.” He looks me over, taking in my blouse, jeans and the three inch black boots I tugged on for this meet up at the hospital.
I give his outfit a glance but’s it typical doctor attire. His blue scrubs are covered with a white coat. His name and position as a trauma surgeon are stamped across his left chest.
He’s an incredibly good-looking man, but I don’t feel anything spark inside of me the way I do when I get a look at Gaines.
“I take it you’re here to see Dr. Morgan?”
For a second I wonder if Gaines confided in him about me. Are they friends? Did Gaines tell this man that he’s seeing someone? That the someone is me?
Before I can answer, he explains the question, “I noticed you speaking with him at the coffee shop the day we met.”
“Right.” I nod.
“So you are here to see him?”
“Eloise!” Stevie’s voice turns me around.
I catch her and Astrid entering the hospital. Stevie lets out a giggle when she realizes that the high ponytail on her head matches the one on mine.
“I should go,” I say to Dr. Sexton.
“It was nice to see you again, Eloise.” He glances over my shoulder. “Say hi to Gaines for me when you see him.”
“I will,” I say as he starts to walk away.
“Who was that?” Stevie asks as soon as she’s close enough to whisper the question. “He looked like one of those doctors from the shows my mom watches at night.”
Astrid and I laugh in unison, before she responds. “Daddy watches those shows too. We like learning about medicine.”
“Uh huh.” Stevie crosses her arms. “I think he wants to be Eloise’s new boyfriend.”
“Who wants to be Eloise’s new boyfriend?”
That voice spins me around, and sends Stevie running past me to greet Gaines.
When she jumps at him, he scoops her up with ease. A hug follows and then she whispers something in his ear that ends with a heated gaze in my direction.
“I told Gaines that Dr. Sexton likes you,” Stevie announces.
Astrid scoots around me to approach Gaines too. She gives him a hug that traps Stevie between them. “He does seem like Eloise’s type.”
Since Gaines stays close-lipped, I break the tension and mention the reason for our impromptu gathering. “Should we go grab some ice cream now?”
“We should.” Stevie shimmies to the floor, adjusting the skirt of her dress as she does. “I’m thinking a scoop of chocolate and one of vanilla. What about you, Gaines?”
He takes her by the hand to lead the way. “Whatever your heart desires.”
I wish he was saying that to me because my heart desires a moment alone with him so I can show him that he’s the only doctor I want.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Gaines
I like ice cream almost as much as I like green beans, but I saw this as a way to get exactly what I wanted today, and that’s more time with my lamb.
If there’s a master class on how to eat ice cream, Eloise Rehn should be the goddamn professor.
The way she licked the tip of the spoon between each bite had my cock aching for a turn.
Naturally, I had to calm the bastard down with deep breaths and thoughts of everything in the world that is non-sexual since I was hosting this ice cream soirée in the middle of the hospital cafeteria.
The situation goes from bad to worse when I spot Dr. Scott on the approach.
I envisioned finishing out my day at my office, but I was called back in at the request of Mr. Brokenshire’s son. He flew in from Albuquerque after I contacted him around midnight.
I scooted back over here to reassure him that his father would pull through. Dr. Sexton offered the same words, but in his lackluster way, so I stepped in so that the younger Mr. Brokenshire can get at least a few hours of sleep tonight at a hotel a couple of blocks from here.
Evan wastes no time in introducing himself as soon as he’s within a foot of the table. “I’m Dr. Scott. Who do we have here?”
“Stevie Morgan,” Stevie jumps out of her chair. “This is my mom, Astrid Morgan and my friend, Eloise Rehn. You probably already know Gaines.”
“I sure as hell do.”
Stevie’s nose scrunches. I can tell she’s about to ask Evan to commit a hundred dollars to our swear fund, so I step in and offer to cover that. “I’ll transfer one hundred on his behalf tonight.”
Stevie grins. “I can live with that.”