Page 67 of The Doctors Will See You Now

A sexy smile consumed his mouth. “Maybe. Will you keep doing it?”

“Only if we actually leave work for the day instead of just talking about leaving work for the day.”

“Let’s hit it,” he said and moved toward the doorway. “Meet me at reception in five.”

I grinned. “You got it, Doc.”

Two hours later and Will and I had managed to eat two hot dogs, a slice of pizza, a cupcake from a mom-and-pop bakery, and walked about a million blocks toward the East Village.

Instead of hearing Marlene grumble about her bunions, I got to breathe in the warm, fresh air of a New York spring day. Blue skies and the rays of the sun peeking out between the buildings had replaced hearing Melissa pop her gum one thousand times while filing her nails behind the reception desk.

And instead of watching patients trying to give my boyfriend their numbers via vag-mail, I was strolling hand in hand with him, people watching and chatting about the most random but hilarious things.

Granted, he was my boyfriend in disguise—a baseball hat pulled low and sunglasses covering the perfect blue of his eyes, but he was my Will all the same when it came to personality. He’d also changed out of his professional garb and into a pair of dark jeans and a plain white T-shirt, but when I’d teased him about all of it, he’d had a succinctly genuine explanation. Apparently, wildly popular attention from the show had spread beyond the office and had been following him around in the form of paparazzi as well.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I never traveled to or from work with him, even though I spent most nights at his apartment, so I hadn’t seen it. I was always running twenty minutes behind his schedule. Well, everyone’s schedule, actually.

As sorry for him as I felt, it did make me feel a little better about the fact that we weren’t taking daily strolls through Central Park.

But as Will leaned forward and touched his lips to the line of my jaw, a chuckle still clinging to his tongue, one thing was clear. Playing hooky from work was everything it was hyped up to be.

Will’s phone chimed inside of his pocket, and he pulled it out to read a text message. “Hold on,” he said, and our leisurely walk through the city came to a halt. “It’s my sister.”

We sat down on a bench beside an old, Victorian-style church, and Will held his phone in his lap while he typed a quick response. No less than a minute later, his phone chimed again.

“Jesus,” he muttered and moved the phone so that I could read the messages.

Georgia: William. I need your help. Is it normal to have contractions at 6 months pregnant?

Will: Is everything okay? Seriously, Gigi, if you’re having contractions, you need to call your OB now.

Georgia: I’m not. But I knew that would get you to respond.

“My sister is a huge pain in my ass sometimes,” he said and typed out a response.

Will: Wow. That’s low. Even for you.

But Georgia didn’t waste any time, firing back within seconds.

Georgia: Like you should talk. When we were kids, you told everyone at school Mom sent me to Masturbation Camp for the summer.

My eyebrows pulled together in curiosity. “Masturbation Camp?”

He grinned and nodded. “My mother, the sex therapist, was all about setting a foundation of healthy sexual habits and open minds when we were kids.”

“Wow.” I couldn’t hold back my urge to laugh.

“Yeah,” he agreed on a soft chuckle as he typed out a response on his phone. “I’m pretty sure my sister is still dealing with PTSD from those summer camp memories.”

Will: That was like a million years ago. And Mom DID send you to Masturbation Camp. I was merely telling the truth.

Georgia: It wasn’t Masturbation Camp!

Will: It was called Camp Love Yourself, Gigi. I can connect the dots.

Camp Love Yourself? Holy Moses in Crocs. And here I thought Jazzercise Janet took the cake on crazy mothers. No wonder our moms were friends. They went together like two nuts in a shell.

His phone chimed again, but he still never hesitated to move it away from my view, seemingly relaxed and content with letting me read the conversation between him and sister.