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“Oh, fuck yeah.”
“Andthis,” my finger wiggles between the two of them, “thisis the other thing I didn’t want. I have a doctor to look after me, Dr. Carmichael. I didn’t need another.”
“You’re a doctor?” Harv immediately ponders out loud.
“A hepatobiliary surgeon to be exact while our oldest brother Monte is a hepatologist, one of the best in the country. We’re actually partners in the practice together. Pretty sure his fascination with the liver is to blame for mine.”
“I wasn’t aware you had two brothers.”
“She hasthree,” Slater cockily chastises.
“And is the third a doctor as well?”
“Medical malpractice attorney,” the other two men in the room state in tandem.
“You’re the only one who didn’t end up tied to the medical field?” My ex asks at the same time he drops his gaze down to me.
“Correct.”
“Interesting.” All of a sudden, Harv’s hand lands on top of mine. “I look forward to learning more about why-”
“She likes behaviors more than blood tests,” Slater declares for me.
“And sociology more than biology,” T casually announces.
He nods at the two of them prior to locking eyes with me. “I would love to know more of why that is from you directly. Maybe over dinner later this week?”
Displeased rumbles unexpectedly rattle my bed preventing me from responding.
Fuck. Me.
Can I get like a thirty second timeout?!
They at least get that in my favorite sport!
“This incident,” Terence loudly begins again, pulling everyone’s attention thankfully away from me, “was it anaccidentor anattack?”
“Attack,” Slater immediately replies.
“Who would wanna attack her?”
“Not a fuckin’ clue,” my best friend unhappily grumbles.
“I might have an idea,” Harv offhandedly claims, collecting all of our gazes.
In spite of the interrogation, I know that’s about to leave Cowboy’s mouth, I beat him to the punch. “Why would someone wanna hurt me?”
“It could have something to do with that email you sent me.”
“What. Email?” Slater aggressively bites.
“Arlette – I’m sorry –Arley,” he begins, words taking an unusual lighter shade, “sent me an email before she left for the night about some discrepancies. I haven’t had a chance to review it yet because I was on a call-”
“Which was why I walked to my car alone!” I excitedly recall. “I remember now! You asked me could you walk me to my car, I agreed, but then you never showed up-”
“What kind of man ghosts walkin’ a lady to her car?” the love of my life snips on a snarky smirk.
“Not the good kind,” my brother instantly backs.
