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The man is very slick, that’s for sure.

“Brook Summers,” a nurse calls. I take a deep breath before standing and taking hold of James’ hand. He squeezes mine and leads me toward the nurse. She looks him up and down appreciatively, and I growl, making her jump then blink.

James just chuckles.

What the hell is up with my emotions?

Shaking my head, I walk into Dr. Heart's temporary office. Apparently, he’s swapping offices or something.

He stands, giving me a smile, but his face freezes when James walks in behind me.

Is it just me, or does my consultant look scared shitless right now? I know James is a brother, but he’s not that flipping scary, even with all the tattoos. Heck, the town loves the MC, and Doc even works here with Dr. Heart.

So what is his problem?

I narrow my eyes at the doctor and state, “Dr. Heart, I’d like you to meet James.”

James adds, “Her old man.”

I chuckle, looking at him with a raised brow, causing him to grin wide at me. Suddenly, the past is behind us for a moment, and I never ran from him.

Smiling, I look at Dr. Heart.

He’s sweating.

Now, why would he be sweating?

Furrowing my brows I ask, “Is everything alright, Dr. Heart?”

He gives me a jerky nod, his eyes on James, and gestures to the two seats in front of his desk.

I take a seat, but James doesn’t. He stands behind my chair, making me smirk a little before the consultant clears his throat and rasps nervously: “I’ll just cut to the chase. I’m so sorry, but it is confirmed you have a tumor in your stomach.” My head goes back a little at how bluntly he just said that, and my stomach flips. I look down to see it move. My heart rate picks up when the doctor speaks again. "We...need to operate to remove the tumor….”

I furrow my brows, looking up at him….

Did he tremble when he said tumor?

“And, uh, then talk about the next steps,” he finishes, and visible sweat coats his forehead.

I can feel my heart race; something is not right; he’s acting shifty.

“Why are you sweating so much, Dr. Heart?” James asks, and I look at him. His arms are crossed over his chest, and anger shines in his eyes.

The feeling of something not right intensifies, more butterflies swimming in my stomach, and I look down again to see it move. I place my hand above my stomach and feel the movement, and look at the doctor. He’s breathing heavily and looks scared.

Oh God, am I….

My tears fall, and I shake my head, silently kicking myself for not using my own vet practice ultrasound machine.

I’m pregnant…. I just know it…but I-I don’t understand. I…he wants to do surgery….

James speaks again, and suck in a breath at his words, “Did you know your information on the hospital website states you’re an ER doctor and not one who specializes in cancer.”

My eyes widen. What the...?

The door opens to the room, and I turn to see a very angry Doc waltz in like he owns the place, the room feeling smaller.

“Dr. Heart,” Doc snaps.

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