Page 7 of Doctor Do-Over

“I’ll just eat in. Sorry. You can head out and do what you want.”

“Got it. Text if you need me.”

“I will.”

Tanner

Waking up alone but smelling her on my body and my sheets had me storming around the suite until I finally gave up. I don’t know why I’m so angry. I wanted a one-night stand, and that’s what I got with her.

But I came inside her body. What if I got her pregnant? I’m not angry at that thought. We weren’t exactly careful. First, there was the shower. Then, there was the broken condom that happened later on. After that, when I woke her up to take her the last couple of times, I didn’t even wear a condom. I couldn’t do it. I loved feeling her. I also told her she was mine in the throes of passion. Maybe that’s why she snuck out on me.

The plane bumps to a landing, and I take my phone off airplane mode. A message from my friend Ryan pops up, saying he’ll be waiting outside baggage claim. I smile. I like working here. I left the hectic hospitals of Boston and New York for this. Eastport is growing, and I’m excited to be a part of it. Plus, being so close to the water is a bonus as I like to fish.

I don’t have to wait for checked baggage since I only had my carry-on for the weekend in New York. I step outside the exit and immediately spot Ryan in his Challenger. Even though he’s married and has a family now, he still takes his car out every once in a while.

“I get the privilege of riding in this sweet ride?” I chuckle as I slide down into the seat.

“The Durango is in the shop getting some work done. Jasmin had to take the baby to an appointment, and I figured you’d want to check on your patients before heading home.”

“You know me so well.” I laugh. He’s right; I hated leaving my patients, but I promised to speak at the conference.

“How was it?”

I think of my little kitten, but I won’t share her with anyone. “It was good. Stupid comic con shit going on at the conference center too, but other than that, not bad.”

“I’ll be on shift tonight. Do you need a ride to your condo?”

“No, I’ll be fine. I left my car at the hospital and got a ride to the airport.”

“Good.”

A couple of hours later, after checking in on my patients in the ICU and confirming the standards I want followed for them with the new educational nurse, I’m home. I open the door, and the quiet washes over me. I usually love it, but not tonight. I want Wryan waiting for me.

I head to the bedroom and take a shower, finally washing her scent completely off my body. I hate doing it, but I have to move on.

Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I was with a woman that I was so attracted to her. I’m trying to come up with excuses as to why I reacted to her the way I did. Why I still want her.

I slide into bed naked and close my eyes. Her voice drifts through my mind.

“Tanner, harder. Please squeeze me harder.” Her voice is raspy as I tighten my grip on her throat. “Tanner, harder,” shebegs me as I fuck her from behind. “Yes, Master,” she says over and over throughout the night.

I throw the comforter off of me and head back to the shower, where I take myself in hand and get off to the memories. When I finally fall asleep, I dream of Wryan and her sweet body.

Three

WRYAN

We’ve been in London for almost two weeks. I fly out to Paris at the end of the week, and I just wrapped up the con here. I’m exhausted and feel like I’m going to puke at any moment.

“You look like shit,” Cort chuckles.

“I feel like shit. Oh crap.” A wave of nausea overcomes me, and I rush for the vendor bathroom with Eddie fast on my heels. I barely make it into the handicapped stall before I drop to my knees and throw up everything I’ve eaten. I continue to vomit until my throat is raw.

“I have a doctor meeting us at your suite. We need to get you checked out.”

“No, it’s just food poisoning,” I say.

“Really, because you’ve been like this for a week now.”

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