Page 11 of Doctor’s Orders

“You never even wanted one, remember? Also you’re convinced all the girls only wanted you for your money.”

“Happened to my uncle and my brother. That’s pretty telling evidence.”

“Old news,” Bram says. “Tell me about this nurse and how it happened.” Then he holds up a hand. “Not like details of the physical parts of it happening.”

“I’m not sharing my moves with you.”

He snorts.

“He has his own moves,” Emma hollers from inside the house.

Bram gives me a cheshire cat grin.

“Whatever. She’s your wife. She’s legally obligated to say things like that.”

“Nurse,” Bram says. “You came here, remember? You clearly wanted to talk about this. So talk.”

I blow out a breath. “I met her Wednesday night. I was at Martini’s, you know, that bar by the lake house.”

Bram nods.

“She walked in and it was like there was a fucking spotlight on her. I couldn’t stop staring. She came up to me after a while and asked if I was just going to eye-fuck her or do something about it.”

Bram whistles through his teeth. “Ballsy. I like it.” He takes a pull off his beer. “So you took her to the lake house, I’m assuming?”

“I did. Spent the night losing myself in her and then woke up and she was gone. We didn’t exchange anything but first names.”

“So you didn’t know she was your new nurse?”

“Not until this morning when she walked into my office wearing cute as fuck scrubs. She’s damn good at her job too.”

“You can’t fire her,” Bram says.

“Know that. Don’t even want to.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There’s more.”

Bram chuckles. “I’m not even going to pretend that I’m not enjoying this shit out of this.”

“Fucker.” I down the rest of my beer, then reach in the cooler between us and get another. “She’s living in my pool house.”

Bram laughs heartily, at my expense, because of course that’s what friends do.

“With her two kids,” I add.

He’s wiping the corners of his eyes. “This just gets better and better.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

“Do about what? Don’t fuck her on the exam tables.”

“This is your advice? No wonder your youngest son still comes to me as a fully grown man.”

“Felicity is gonna whip Garrett into shape eventually,” Bram says.

“Yeah, so you keep saying.”

My best friend stares at me for a moment. “I see. I’m getting where your problem is. You like her.”

I just nod because I’m not going to bother denying it. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted for more than a single night. I hadn’t stopped thinking about her all weekend. Then she walks into my office and I accuse of her of trying to steal my money.”