Page 220 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“What drama?” she asked, her voice deepening in a way that suggested she already knew.

I shrugged.

“Oh, Scott. Not that chick. Come on. She’s got the eyes.”

“The eyes?”

“The crazy eyes. You don’t bone and bounce on the ones with crazy eyes. I would have thought a man with your experience would know this.”

“I knew,” I admitted.

“Then why did you do it?”

“Well…” Something occurred to me suddenly. “Wait…you know this all occurred before you, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes. I may not be prone to relationships, but between your job and the fact that you’ve basically been stalking me since Kinky Boots, you’ve been too busy to fit in a good-time fuck with crazy eyes over there. Believe me, I can tell that since you’ve been all about me, you’ve been all about me.

“God, Low—”

“Focus, Scott!” she snapped softly, and I smiled.

I am so fucking hooked.

“Okay… Okay…” I relented. “For the record, my initial plan was not to sleep with her. That just kind of happened.”

She quirked a brow. “What was the plan, then?”

“Clearly, it was to win her over with my irresistible charm,” I said with a wink, and Harlow giggled. “To make a long story short, even though I knew she had the crazy eyes, I also knew she had access to the mayor. Which I needed in the name of getting our public health policies changed.”

“Crazy eyes happened because of Brent?”

I rolled my eyes at her clearly personal knowledge of him. “Obviously, I’d have slept with you to get close to him if I’d known that was an option.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

“Nothing we do together is gross.”

She shook her head with a smile, but with one last glance over my shoulder, it was like Pam didn’t exist anymore. She could stare at us all night for all I cared.

“Speaking of that…do you think we can leave soon?” Harlow asked, and anticipation jumped in my stomach.

Even better. In two minutes, Pam wouldn’t even have us as an option to look at.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Thirsty?” Scott asked as we walked inside of his apartment.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on one of the barstools by the kitchen island, and, enthralled by the sinewy bulges of his muscles through his dress shirt, I had to shake off the image of ripping it off myself.

We’d left the party on the pretense of sex, but I knew it didn’t always have to be only about that. That was the whole point of him telling me to be open-minded about what we were to one another.

I shrugged. “Uh…maybe a little bit.”

We’d left the big municipal party before dessert—and probably before Brent’s busty assistant could find a way to telepathically light me on fire with her crazy eyes.

It’d come as a little bit of a shock that Scott had slept with her, and yeah, it did sting a little as well. But I understood. Scott wasn’t an angel, and he certainly hadn’t been celibate before me. His past was his past, just like my past was my past. And Lord knew my past was designed to stay there. Brent had had more than enough stage time at the event tonight; the last thing we needed was to figuratively bring him home with us, too.

What Scott and I were now was still a bit of a mystery to me, though. We’d agreed to be open-minded. And we’d also agreed not to see or sleep with other people.