Page 3 of Surgeon Book Boyfriend

Chapter Two

Kimora found herself scrolling through the Book Boyfriend app. Laura had left hours ago, and just when she thought she would be asleep, she found herself in bed on her phone. A forgotten movie was playing on her television in the background. She had stripped out of her clothes and thrown on her jammies. She was buried beneath her covers while leaning back on her pillows, no longer sleepy. She found herself unable to tear her attention away from the hundreds of profiles that were available. Each one was getting more interesting.

Could she find a man on here? Maybe not her soul mate, but someone to keep her company. Some of these guys appeared to be really down to earth. A few seemed like dickheads and some profiles appeared to be extreme and too good to be true.

“This is crazy,” she muttered. Kimora paused on one profile of a banker. He appeared handsome and didn’t look like any of the bankers she’d ever seen. He was lean, fit, and two years younger than her thirty-six years. From his hobbies she learned that he loved hiking and swimming. He was even a master diver who frequently took trips to the Caribbean. Her finger hoveredover the button that would show her interest in him. “What the hell?”

Her finger landed on the screen.

A notification flashed.

‘Match made.’

What the hell did that mean? She frowned and touched the notification. Another screen popped up that revealed the app had matched her with someone. She hadn’t been on there that long. How could it have matched her with someone so fast? Kimora’s hands trembled. Her mouth dropped open at the picture it showed.

“No fucking way,” she whispered. She sat up further. How much wine had she drunk? There was no way that she was staring at Dr. Kane Livingston. Why the hell would he be on this app? She shook her head in disbelief. Maybe someone had stolen his pictures and name and was using them for clout. That type of stuff happened all the time.

Kimora studied his photo, and it was a great one. He was on a boat without his shirt on. He certainly didn’t look like a surgeon, but just some regular guy enjoying his time on the open waters. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his hazel eyes that held flecks of gold in them. There was a devilish twinkle, too. Whoever and wherever he was, he was certainly living the life.

She read his entire profile. It mentioned that he a physician but not what kind. His career information was kept vague. His hobbies included traveling, car collecting, boating, and he was a self-proclaimed foodie.

Kimora blinked.

Kane Livingston was a foodie?

She would have never guessed, but again, how would she know? She only knew him from work. They had sat in plenty of the same meetings when it came to research. He did have an interest in it, and that was why he had agreed to allow her tospeak with his patients so she could enroll the ones who could benefit from the trials.

She narrowed her eyes on the picture again. If she couldn’t get a meeting with him at work, then maybe she should accept the match on here and then she find out why he had been blocking her at every turn.

Without a conscious thought, she tapped on the screen and accepted the match. Kane Livingston might be searching for love on an app, but all he was going to get from her was an earful.

Her screen lit up with hearts and confetti while also mentioning that it would notify her book boyfriend that she had accepted the match. Now what? She chewed on her lip and wondered if she should call Laura. One glance over at her nightstand alarm clock had her changing her mind. She hadn’t realized it was four in the morning.

“Shit,” she muttered. Her Saturday morning plans had included working, but she changed her mind. She was going to keep her weekend to herself. She wasn’t going to work. For once she was going to be selfish. Work would always be there on Monday. She wasn’t behind or anything. She just had a drive that was instilled in her to be the best, but that didn’t mean she had to give up every weekend in order to achieve that.

Placing her phone on charge, she set it down on her nightstand. She wasn’t even going to set an alarm. She would awaken whenever the good Lord saw fit. She snuggled down in her blankets and turned over on her side. Her eyes fluttered closed, and for once she felt content while sleep claimed her.

“Kane! Where are you, big brother?” a voice called out.

Kane rolled his eyes at the sound of his younger sister calling his name. He was already regretting giving her a key to his house. There was no telling what she was coming over for, and how did she know he would be at home?

It was a beautiful late afternoon, and he was enjoying the sun. He was camped out on the chaise by the pool. He had swum a few laps and was now relaxing. It wasn’t that often he got to spend the morning alone at home, and today was one of those days. This was one of his weekends where he wasn’t on call at the hospital and didn’t have to see the building until Monday morning, and he was going to stay far away from it.

Unless he would be called in for an emergency by one of his colleagues who would need his help. It wasn’t that often it happened, but if it did, he would answer the call. Kane Livingston had spent a better part of his life perfecting his skills and was one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. He was called into medicine at a young age. He could remember being a boy of ten years old and wanting to become a doctor.

Most boys his age at the time had spouted off that they wanted to be anything from professional wrestlers, cowboys, policemen, and astronauts while Kane had been the oddball stating he wanted to be a doctor. He hadn’t known what type of doctor, but he had known what profession he’d be entering. It wasn’t until he was in high school and had an internship with his father’s friend that he’d discovered his love of surgery.

The thrill of being one of a few who could fix problems that no one else could was an adrenaline rush. All of his years in school, the residencies, and fellowships all paid off. Kane had worked extremely hard for his success. His dedication to his field was noted in many worldwide medical and surgical journals.

But today, he wanted to rest. He wanted to be Kane Livingston, the man, not the surgeon.

“There you are.” Lizzie flopped down in the chair next to him.

She was younger than Kane by twelve years. Their parents had all but given up on having a second child after Kane was born. To their surprise, they had found themselves expecting again. Kane had been excited to have a younger sibling. They were close, and even though she could be the annoying little sister at times, he did love her.

“And here is where I’m staying for a while.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. The morning was perfect. It was warm, the sun was shining, he had a cold drink sitting on the table next to him. His iPad was on the table as well. There were some movies he had downloaded and wanted to catch up on.

“You’re not on call this weekend?” Lizzie asked. She reached down and tugged her shirt over her head to reveal she had her one-piece swimsuit underneath her clothing. Apparently, she had planned to come over and utilize his pool.

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