Page 10 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

“Not fast enough.”

I grit my teeth again, my mind swimming with reasons why I’m not doing it as fast as he wants. Between assisting him with patients to get used to his routine and arranging files that end up with me reading them to know where to place them, I’ve barely had enough time for additional tasks. But I take a deep breath, understanding this is a test.

Whether Luke wants me fired or wants me to quit—or if he’s just a grumpy ass—is still unknown, but hell if I’m going down that easily.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Jennings. I’ll do it faster.”

Because I’m still holding on to the chart for his next patient, I slap it firmly across his table and walk away without another word.

“Davis.”

I freeze when I turn back around to face him. “What?”

“Don’t glare at my patients.”

Oh, this guy. I glare at him. “I’m not glaring at them.”

“Then what’s that look?”

“Same look as the one you’re giving me.”

He blinks as if he just realized that he’s glaring at me, too. Then he stands up. Just like that, the atmosphere shifts as he’s so much taller than me and I have to look up, which I hate.

“I’m just telling you how things are supposed to be. You know this is a prestigious hospital and you can’t be caught slacking off.”

I lift my chin. “And if you look closely instead of trying to nitpick every single thing I’m doing, you’ll see that slacking off is the last thing it should be called.”

He takes a step forward, gaze narrowed. “Are you saying I’m trying to find reasons to pick on you?”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Then what are you saying, Miss Davis?”

I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know why I’m still standing frozen while he keeps approaching until he’s inches away from me, our faces so close as we have a little face-off. But it doesn’t feel like a face-off.

It feels like looking into a man who can’t figure me out as much as I can’t figure him out. It feels like looking into someone who would have been so easy to catch feelings for back then, but he ruined it when he fooled me. But none of that should matter now, especially when too many things have happened and I should not be affected by him anymore.

My career’s the priority now.

And my child.

“Your next patient is here, Dr. Jennings. Please pretend I’m not here, so you can get to working smoothly while I assist from the background.”

He opens his mouth, but a soft knock on the door confirms my words. Luke glances at the door, then at me.

“After this patient, we need to discuss things.”

I clear my throat. “You have a surgery to oversee.”

“After.”

“I will already be out, but you can send me an email and I’ll make sure to complete the tasks needed. Thank you, Dr. Jennings.”

Brown eyes bore into mine, intense and taking my breath away.

But I give him the most professional nod there is and march toward the back.

Chapter 4

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