Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
In the silence, the reality of what we just did crashes down on me.
“Did we just break the law?”
Maksim squashes his finger against my lips. “We helped a patient. That’s all we did.”
The simplicity of his reply doesn’t alter the honesty of it.
That is precisely what we did.
We helped someone—someone extremely deserving of our assistance.
The reminder instantly removes any angst I’m feeling. I am more ecstatic than worried. It is nice to know I have more than me on my patients’ side. If there had been someone like Maksim on Stefania’s side when she got sick, maybe she would still be here.
With a smirk that makes me needy, Maksim nudges his head to the primary suite. “Your alarm is set to go off in a little over six hours. You should head to bed.”
“I’m not tired.”
My lie tumbles from my mouth so fast you’d have no clue it is a lie if Maksim wasn’t the master of detecting deceit. “You’re a shit liar, Doc.”
He marches me into our room and turns down the sheets someone must have snuck in to make after we messed them, before he nudges his head to the opening, wordlessly demanding my entrance.
I bow to his demand, exhausted from multiple orgasms.
“Are you not coming to bed?” I ask when he presses his lips to my temple like he does anytime he’s planning to leave me alone for longer than five minutes.
He heads to the door before spinning back around. “I have some stuff I need to take care of. I’ll join you shortly.”
I try not to pout like a whiny baby.
It is a hard feat I only achieve because Maksim adds, “Take your panties off. I don’t want anything in my way when I come back.”
Since he appears to be struggling as much as I am, I don’t object when he commences closing the door a second after I slide my panties down my thighs.
“Maksim,” I blurt out just before the door shuts.
“Yeah.”
I can’t see his face, but I feel his smile when I reply, “Thank you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Dr. Lipovsky’s relieved huff rustles a strand of hair fallen from my bun when she takes in Yulia’s latest blood workup. “Her levels are good.”
“They are,” I agree, relieved a child won’t need to undertake regular blood workups and serum injections. “Although something is off with her results.” I highlight two agents I’ve not seen before. They appear to be chemical, but the foreign language on the report could be leading me astray. “Do you know what could have caused this?”
Dr. Lipovsky screws up her button nose before suggesting I request a full toxicology report on her sample.
“Shouldn’t that have already been done?”
Blonde tresses of hair slap her cheeks when she shakes her head. “Her original blood workup was pretty basic. A resident would be shot if they ordered the works from the get-go.” She laughs when I grimace. “You got the B12 test approved. Perhaps you’ll get lucky again?”
“Yeah, maybe,” I murmur, my tone as uneasy as my facial expression.
After ordering an X-ray for a child with similar symptoms to Yulia, Dr. Lipovsky reminds me I wasn’t the only person running on fumes last week. She slips one hundred rubles my way while hitting me with pleading I-need-caffeine eyes.
“This round is on me,” I say while logging out of HIS and snagging a jacket from the rack to cover my scrubs. It isn’t winter yet, but you wouldn’t know that with how cold it is today.
“Are you sure?” she double-checks, aware I didn’t regularly seek overtime for no reason. “I’m willing to pay premium prices to escape that disaster.”
My lips twist up when I follow the direction of her head nudge. Snow flurries coat the overhead windows, and the fog is heavy enough to decrease visibility to barely a foot.
Although I’d rather go home and snuggle up in bed with the man who makes me warm inside and out, today is Donut Holes Thursday, so I have to brave the weather no matter how much I wish to avoid it.
“I’m sure. I still owe you from last time.” My heart rate kicks up a gear when the rustles of my coat pick up a familiar scent. Just being housed in the same closet as Maksim’s clothing has allowed it to capture his scent. It is a deliciously manly smell that always makes me hot enough to forgo a jacket.
I pull out the collar from beneath the bulky jacket before spinning to face Dr. Lipovsky. “White and two, right?”
“Please.” She slips the note back into the pocket of her white doctor’s coat. “But if they’re short on that, I’ll take anything. This place is always crazy, but it’s been worse since Nurse Kelley failed to show up for her shifts.”
“Is she sick?” I ask, my interest piqued.
If she is hiding because of our run-in nights ago, she shouldn’t bother. My bark is far more vicious than my bite.