Page 4 of Doctor Clause

It was that day; his least favourite of the week. Pots of coffee weren’t even available. The kitchen staff had no time.

First, a new duck.

Then, a new red suit.

Now, no coffee.

It was one of those days.

The wrong buttons were exposed. If any were pushed, the results were going to be more grisly than the basement bear.

ROAR!

He could have pressed the open button and waited for another passenger. There was enough time, but then at whatpoint would it stop. The lifts were always busy. Instead of acting in a courteous and polite manner, his gaze simply met with a woman’s just as the crack between the doors became too small to ascertain any other details.

Her eyes were stunning though. The fact they caught his attention at all was proof of that.

Chapter Four

Leeona

Tuesdays, for some reason, had the best menu of the week. At least, that seemed to be the general consensus. The cafeteria was packed from eleven in the morning, straight through to after the dinner rush.

Tex-Mex was popular. Besides the nacho bar, there were rice bowls, burritos, taco salad, chili, and a variety of side dishes.

“Here we go, sweetie,” Jordan said, placing two piping hot cups of tea on the table between them. “So, tell me, what’s going on, mama?”

“The calendar is in danger of being cancelled,” she blurted out.

“No!” One hand covered his heart.

“Yes.” Blowing on hot liquid wasn’t cooling it down fast enough. A heaping helping of milk added to the brew. “I know you ordered several.”

“I did,” Jordan replied. “Why is it being cancelled?”

“Officially, it isn’t, yet,” Leeona admitted. “But I only have two days to find a doctor willing to model for the final month. Everyone either isn’t interested, or their partners aren’twilling to let them participate.” She stood, palms slamming down on the table with force. “I need a single, hot doctor immediately!” An entire room of eyes turned in her direction.

“Don’t we all, honey,” Jordan laughed, taking the pressure off of her. “I need one of those, stat, too!” He nodded, whispering, “Sit and relax. Take a few deep breaths. You’ll figure this out. Have a little faith in yourself.”

“Wait! Who is that?” Leeona asked, glaring at a man in a white lab coat strutting through the cafeteria. “Is he a doctor?”

“Yes,” Jordan answered.

“Is he single?”

“I believe so,” Jordan replied.

“He’s perfect!” she exclaimed.

“Oh no, honey,” Jordan said, patting her hand. “You don’t want to ask that doctor to play the role of the December hottie.”

“Why not?” she asked. There was a check in every box, albeit most of the requirements were quite lax. The person needed to be a doctor, male, and hot.

Jordan leaned over the table. “He turns into a Scrooge when the holidays come around. Trust me, mama, he’d never accept.”

“I still need to try,” she said.

“I’m telling you,” Jordan replied, “he’s not going to agree to help. He can be quite harsh with folks who are trying to spread a bit of holiday cheer.”

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