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“You’ve just saved me from six hours of surgery,” I murmur, and she looks at me bashfully and fuck me, what a look.

“Stop looking at my resident that way, Doc. You can’t have her,” I hear Dr. Thomas snap before he says, "Alright, Dr. Aimes, you’ve pointed out the issue, so now I want you to order another scan to confirm your theory before doing his observation. Well done.”

“Yeah, well done, Dr. Aimes,” I murmur, and she shakes her head at me and what I wouldn’t do to kiss her right now.

I want her, I really fucking want her, and I know she wants me. I just have to get her to face her fears of trying with me. If that fucker doesn’t stop staring at her, I’ll kill him.

Chapter 8

Scottie

I tilt my head as I look at the large monitor on the wall, an X-ray version of Bradley's knee in view, my eyes on where Dr. Thomas said he needs a graft done.

“It does look torn,” I murmur before I lean over the computer, press a few buttons, causing the screen to zoom in on the nerve, and I enhance the image, then concentrate on it again despite the several eyes on my back.

Since we came up to the third floor, where all head CTs, MRIs, and scans are done, two more brothers have shown up. Both apparently having snuck out from their women, who are extremely protective of Bradley, or so they said.

One is called Shadow and apparently Bradley’s father, the other Anchor.

Someone called Trigger is on guard duty to stop the women from storming the hospital, or that is what Shadow said. After having a private word with his son, the older man hasn’t taken his eyes off me, which is a little unnerving and don’t get me started on his son.

The pull I had is still there. Actually, it’s tripled since I saw him a few days ago, when I ensured I didn’t look at him once, keeping my focus on my nephew, and then you have Kavan, who is hanging around the floor like a bad smell.

“Okay Dr. Aimes,” Dr. Thomas says, “What do you think?”

I tilt my head at the screen as Shadow questions, “No offense to the lovely lady, but shouldn’t a more qualified doctor look at Thunder's scans?”

No one answers him, all waiting for my reply, and I narrow my eyes at the screen and zoom in further, noticing what I did on the phone and…

“It isn’t torn,” I declare as I stand up straight and look at both doctors, who are looking at me rather than the screen, waiting for me to elaborate.

I point at the smaller screen, “It’s small, but you can see the nerve is fully intact, it’s just trapped by muscle.”

Dr. Thomas grins while Doc nods his head, looking awfully proud, while my dad looks at me with awe.

“Doc, can you double-check, please?” Shadow says, and I smirk as I wave my hand for him to confirm, but instead of moving, he looks at Bradley, who is standing extremely close to me and asks, “What do you think?”

I look at Bradley, and we lock eyes, and suddenly everyone else in this room vanishes.

Oh crap, I really do want him.

“I think I trust her judgement,” he says firmly, and I swear my breathing picks up.

“Son!” Shadow snaps, but Bradley puts his hand up to silence him before demanding, “And Dr. Aimes here will be doing my surgery.”

What the?

“Uh no, nope, not happening, I’m barely a resident!” I state, and not only that, but I’m also feeling things, and I really don’t think I can be in that room.

“Well, at least she’s sensible enough to know she isn’t qualified,” Shadow snaps, and I look his way and raise a brow.

“Actually, I am fully qualified to decompress the surrounding muscle or scar tissue, so please don’t take my hesitation as a lack of skills. I’ve done enough this year because of Dr. Thomas, meaning I could basically do it in my sleep, including rerouting the nerve, if need be. I just- I can’t…”

My words trail off, and Shadows grins and asks, “Can’t what?” and I narrow my eyes, realizing he’s just played me, the ass.

“Dr. Aimes, you are going to assist in the surgery,” Dr. Thomas announces, and my eyes widen in shock and denial is instantly on the tip of my tongue, but a warm hand grabbing mine causes tingles to erupt and stop me, and I lock eyes with Bradley and yet again, he’s all I can see.

“Please,” he whispers, not breaking the intensity of the eye contact, and I swallow hard as I nod once, for some reason not able to say no, but when Dr. Thomas admits, “Doc will also be inside the room,” I groan, causing the men to chuckle.