Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He gifts me with a small smile.
I steel myself with a deep breath as he approaches us.
Heads turns as he passes because he is seriously a sight to behold.
“Look who it is,” he greets us. “Pen and Els.”
Penny lets out a squeal. “You know our nicknames?”
Half of the hospital staff does. Penny isn’t the most subdued person I’ve ever met. When she’s in a room, everyone knows it. This café is proof of that. The heads that turned at the sight of Dr. Morgan are now focused on Penny’s brilliant smile.
Dr. Morgan skirts around the nickname question with effortless ease. “What brings you two to this part of the city?”
“Dress shopping,” Penny blurts out. “I’m looking for something special for a dinner date with Dax.”
I hold my breath, expecting her to share that the date is a prelude to their first fuck, but she holds back.
“Good,” Dr. Morgan says to her while keeping his gaze pinned to me.
“You’re probably wondering about what happened to Els.” Penny reaches over to tap a finger on the bandage on my forehead.
I wince.
Gaines does too.
“A devil was chasing her,” Penny informs him. “He wanted her number but can you blame him? Just look at her.”
Dr. Morgan mouths the words “I am.”
Penny doesn’t notice because her gaze has wandered to a man in a white coat with a stethoscope slung around his neck. “That’s him. I think that’s Dr. Sexy.”
I tilt my head to get a better look.
He’s definitely handsome. He’s a couple of inches shorter than Gaines, but judging by the way the T-shirt he’s wearing under his coat clings to his body, he’s just as fit. His brown hair is the perfect complement to his hazel eyes.
A smile floats over his lips when he catches us looking in his direction.
“It’s Sexton,” Gaines corrects Pen. “Dr. Logan Sexton.”
“Right,” Pen responds but doesn’t tear her gaze from Dr. Sexton. “That’s the one I was telling you about, Els. He’s hot and single.”
I glance at Gaines to find his eyes pinned to me. I know he’s waiting for me to respond to my friend, but before I can do that, Penny is talking again.
“Let’s go say hi to him,” she suggests. “We can strike up a random conversation. I know. Ask him how he takes his coffee, Els. Men love when you do that.”
“They don’t,” Gaines says under his breath.
“It was good seeing you, Dr. Morgan.” Penny tugs on my arm without a glance at Gaines. “We know you’re busy so bye for now.”
“Bye for now?” he repeats as I steal a glance at him.
I shrug.
His gaze darts from my face to where Dr. Sexton is now standing, his attention completely focused on Pen and I.
I can’t tell what Gaines is thinking as he turns to exit the coffee shop as Penny pulls me toward the barista counter and the doctor she thinks is a perfect match for me.
Hours later, a single knock on my apartment door almost sends the bowl of soup in my hands crashing to the floor.
“Give me a minute!” I call out as I race to the table to place the bowl down carefully.
I was going to skip dinner after the burger lunch I shared with Pen, but since I had a small amount of leftover takeout chicken soup in my fridge, I decided to heat it up and enjoy it while watching a show.
As soon as I’m done that, it’s all in on starting Penny’s wedding dress.
I skim my hands over the denim covering my thighs.
Since it has to be Castle or Astrid behind the door, I don’t bother fixing the wayward strands of my hair that have fallen out of my ponytail.
My marathon shopping adventure with Penny didn’t result in the purchase of an ooh-la-la dress for her, but it was still a fun afternoon.
I swing the door open with a smile.
“Oh.” My eyes widen when I see who is standing there. “Hey!”
“Back up,” Dr. Morgan demands. “Now.”
I do as requested, taking quick steps backward on my bare feet.
He slams the door behind him as soon as he’s crossed the threshold.
“Strip.”
I’d ask why, but why in the hell would I do that?
I pull the sweater I’m wearing over my head to reveal a red silk bra. I keep that on as I shimmy out of my jeans so he can get the full effect of my cute matching lingerie set.
“Strip,” he repeats, his hands fisted at his sides.
I take in that sight, along with the visible tattoos on his arm. He’s still wearing scrubs and it’s a good look for him, particularly the pants. The material is straining to contain what looks like an impressive erection.
“You’re happy to see me,” I whisper as I drop my bra and slide out of my panties.
“I have an hour,” he tells me. “I’m going to sit on the couch. I want you…”