Page 2 of Lucky Dr & the Rockstar Next Door

I smiled. “My pleasure. I’m Mac, by the way.”

“Edith,” she replied with a smile. “You’re Lee’s brother. The musician.”

“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Edith.”

“Nice to be carried by you, Mac.”

Yeah, she was a trip, behaving like the belle of the ball as I carried her into the emergency center with all eyes on us. I explained to the admitting nurse why we were there.

“She says she feels fine, but she’s a tiny thing, and who knows how bad thatlittle tumblewas.”

“It was very kind of you to stop,” the nurse purred, batting her eyelashes. “Come on, I’ll take you back.”

I followed her into an exam room and set Edith on the paper-covered table.

“He’s mine,” Edith snapped, shooing the nurse toward the door. “You’re welcome.”

“How do you know I wasn’t interested?”

Her gaze narrowed. “I’m old, not blind. You had about as much interest in her as I do.”

I laughed. “I don’t know what floats your boat, Edith.”

“You’re a wicked one, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “Only sometimes.”

“So, tell me, Mac, what’s it like being a famous musician?”

“Mostly, it’s amazing. I get to make music for a living and sing my own songs, too. I love being on stage with tens of thousands of people singing along to the words I wrote. Everything else is just a requirement so I can do the part that I love.”

A throat cleared behind me, and when I glared at Edith, she flashed a mischievous smile. “Edith, what’s going on?”

“Dr. Stevens, what’s shakin’?”

I turned to see Dr. Stevens, completely shocked to find a gorgeous blonde instead of a middle-aged man with a pot belly. She had big hazel eyes, large swaths of gold and brown with flecks of green throughout. There was a hint of curves beneath her white jacket and a chest that was more than a handful beneath her dark blue scrubs.

She stared back for several long seconds before recognition flashed in her eyes. But Dr. Stevens was a professional; she didn’t acknowledge that she knew who I was or ask for a photo or autograph. “Are you here with Edith?”

“Oh yeah,” the older woman answered with a smile. “This handsome devil found me on the side of the road.” When neither of us responded, she groaned. “I took a fall off my scooter, and I was lucky Mac here came along to help.” She waved a wrinkled finger in my direction.

I stood to my full height and offered her my hand. “I’m Mac.”

She accepted it easily. “Dr. Stevens. Kayla Stevens. Dr. Kayla Stevens.” She cringed at her words. “Sorry, I’m still getting used to being calleddoctor.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Stevens.” Her small hand was soft with long, delicate fingers. Electricity ran between us, and when she moved to pull away, I gripped her hand just a little tighter before releasing it. “I’ll wait for you out there, Edith.”

“Don’t be shy now, boy. You can stay.”

Unsure what to do, I looked at Kayla for advice.

“She probably won’t need to be undressed, so it’s fine.” She started her external examination while asking Edith questions about her blood pressure, diet, and exercise regimen. “Any pain anywhere?”

“A little on the side where I fell, probably just a bruise.” She waved off the doctor’s concern as she winked at me. “Are you single, Mac?”

I knew what she was doing, and I had no objections, even though the gorgeous doctor was determined to ignore me. “I am. Traveling so much makes it hard to maintain anything meaningful.”

“Well, Kayla here is also single. She came back to Holiday Grove to run the ER department.”

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