Page 31 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Listen, I swear my brain isn’t generally a kaleidoscope of dicks and cocks.

Seriously. It isn’t.

“Where are you taking a walk to?” I asked in hopes that it would help me not feel like such a pervert.

“Since Dr. Meadows is slammed with inpatient deliveries, I offered to head over to the hospital for an hour or two and handle some of the triage patients while she finished the deliveries.”

My brow pinched in confusion. “So, you just want me to walk over to the hospital with you?”

“Well, I’d actually like you to see the patients with me,” he explained with a grin.

“Oh boy, I’ve got you spoiled, huh?” I teased. “I’m such an awesome nurse, you don’t even want to go over to the hospital without me. What do you do now when it’s your turn to be on call for twenty-four hours?”

“I generally just cry,” he jested. “Hell, sometimes I even cry during the deliveries.”

I giggled. “You’re going to start losing patients that way.”

“See? Now you have to come. My career is on the line here.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “You’re not going to leave me alone until I say yes, huh?”

He shrugged. “Probably not.”

“And who’s going to see your patients? You still have four more appointments before the day is through.”

“Surprisingly enough, Dr. Elders agreed to man up and do some extra work.”

I grinned. “Color me shocked.” What Will’s disposition had in spades, Dr. Elders’s lacked completely. It was amazing how different two doctors in the same practice could be in virtually every way. I also doubted Dr. Elders’s penis was anywhere near as nice as Will’s.

Dammit!

Will winked. “I know, right?”

“I think there’s more to it than you just asking and him agreeing. I bet you had to bribe him with something…”

He didn’t even deny it—just shrugged shamelessly. “Mavericks tickets.”

“I knew it!” I pointed at him with my index finger. “How good are the seats?”

“Well, it’s when they play New England, and they’re box seats.”

I let out a low whistle. “Sheesh…must be nice to just have tickets like that lying around.”

“It probably helps that my brother-in-law is best friends with the owner, and my sister runs their marketing department, and I didn’t have to pay for them.”

“Friends in high places kind of thing?”

“Something like that,” he said. “But I think it’s more like ‘friends with equally low morals in high places.’”

I shook my head. So his friends were obviously good people.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Is what a yes?”

“Are you going to come with me?”

“Come with you?”