Page 4 of Surgeon Book Boyfriend

“I am not.” He closed his eyes and inhaled the wonderful scent of the outdoors. There was no bleach or antiseptic smells of a hospital surrounding him. He was going to enjoy his home and maybe even throw a few steaks out on the grill. He didn’t care if Lizzie stayed. It had been a while since they had hung out. But he paused. Why was she asking if he was on call? He peeked at her with one eye. “Why?”

A sly grin spread across her face. She was up to something. Kane knew her well, and when this particular look appeared on her face, there was no telling what she had done or was about to do.

“You’ve been matched!” She giggled. She clapped her hands and danced around in her seat.

Matched? What the hell did that mean?

“Lizzie, have you been drinking?” he muttered.

She shook her head and pulled out her phone.

“Remember the other day when I was here and I suggested you join the Book Boyfriend dating app?”

“The who?” He didn’t like the sound of this. What had she done? He ran a hand along his face and tried to remember the last conversation they’d had. She had stopped by early in the week, but he had practically been dead on his feet. He’d just got home from the hospital after a long grueling day of back-to-back surgeries. He was on call, so there was no telling how much sleep he was going to get. He had crashed on his couch in the family room. She’d followed him and had been talking, but he’d barely heard her.

“The dating app I signed you up for, silly.” She reached up and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.

She gave him her best innocent look, but he knew not to fall for it.

“I do not need assistance getting dates, Lizzie.” He frowned. Why would she think he needed help in that department? Kane was never lonely. He had a list of women he could call at any time, and they all would drop what they were doing for him at a moment’s notice.

“Have you seen the women you date?” She arched her eyebrows at him.

“Of course I have. That’s why I date them.” He snickered.

“Eww… None of those women are worthy to be a wife,” Lizzie said.

“Who said I was looking for a wife?”

“You need to be. You are forty-two years old. When are you going to get married? When are you going to make me an aunt?”

Kane rolled his eyes. She was beginning to sound like their mother. Anna Livingston had pretty much given him the same lecture. According to her, he wasn’t getting any younger and it was time he settled down and started a family. He didn’t haveanything against finding someone but he’d been too busy with his career.

“That is none of your business.” He sighed.

“Well, until you are ready, you are going to go on some dates to get you prepared. Plus you never know if you will find the love of your life.” She swung her legs around and faced him. She motioned to her phone.

“Lizzie. I don’t have time for games.” He raked his fingers through his hair. If he was going to search for the one woman he’d spend the rest of his life with, he doubted it would be on a dating app. That sounded like something for the younger generation. Not for a man in his forties.

“By the look of her, she doesn’t either. She sounds perfect for you and she lives here in Cleveland.” Lizzie swiped her finger on the screen before turning her phone back so he could see the picture on her phone.

Kane froze. His eyes narrowed on the beautiful brown-skinned woman in the photo. He would recognize her from anywhere.

Kimora Tucker.

She was one of the scientists in the research department of the hospital where he worked. She was beautiful and was crazy intelligent. He’d read all of the papers she’d written in the field of molecular genetics, and the woman was brilliant. She was one of the top researchers in her field.

“I know her,” Kane murmured. He leaned forward and took Lizzie’s phone from her. He tapped on Kimora’s picture. Her profile opened up, and he read everything she had posted. Why was a woman like her on a dating app?

“Seriously? You know her? That’s perfect!” Lizzie clapped.

Kane studied the picture Kimora had used for her profile picture. Her skin was flawless, her brown eyes were deep and mesmerizing. She was one beautiful woman, and Kane hadthoughts of asking her out, but he’d been swamped as of late at work. The last time they had been in the same room together was at the internal review board meeting where she had to present her thesis. If approved, she would obtain not only financial backing from the hospital but private donors who loved to give money in the name of medical research.

Kane was one of the faculty physicians on the board, and he had been captivated by her. She had been cool and collected in front of a stuffy room of physicians and administration. The way she had handled all questions and suggestions was impressive. The woman knew her shit. Her passion was evident in the way her face lit up as she talked. Kane wasn’t an expert when it came to molecular genetics, but he could see she was on to something. Hell, everyone in the room knew it.

They had approved her project almost immediately. If Kimora succeeded in proving her theory, then it could potentially change so many patients lives for the better. That was why he had pulled her aside after the meeting to volunteer his patients. He wouldn’t want to gatekeep this type of medical miracle. His patients were her target demographic for her study, and if she could help them, then he was doing his job.

“She accepted the match,” Lizzie said.

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