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PINK, OBVIOUSLY

Alice blinked awake as the bedroom door nudged open and Ash entered, with a steaming mug of coffee gripped in each hand.

“It was my turn to make you coffee this morning,” said Alice, her voice thick with sleep.

“Next time.” Ash grinned, and Alice did too, at the possibility ofnext time.

She sat up and took the proffered mug from Ash, who slipped back into bed beside her.

“So, I gotta go to work today.”

Alice groaned.

Ash laughed. “I know. I don’t want to go either. But if you want to come with me, I could probably fit your cast if the swelling looks good. It’ll save you a trip later in the week.” Ash blew on her mug and took a sip. “And you could visit George, if you wanted to, that is?”

“If you don’t mind, that’d be great. I can’t believe you’re not sick of me yet.”

Ash frowned and shook her head. “Why would I be? I’ve loved hanging out with you. I’d like to do it again sometime if you want to?”

Alice smiled and nodded. Right now, she wanted nothing more, because time spent with Ash was like a tantalising tonic.Perhaps all medical professionals have this effect? They’re trained to make people feel better after all.

No.She’d never felt this way in the presence of any other doctor, especially not her fusty old GP, Doctor Scrivens, whom she had to come out to every time she so much as needed a repeat prescription.

“Is there any chance you might be pregnant, Ms French?”

“No.”

“You’re not sexually active?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, we’re not prescribing birth control, so what methods are you using?”

“Lesbianism,” Alice answered the last time and perhaps Doctor Scrivens had finally got the message, as he nudged his thick-rimmed glasses up his nose and said,

“Jolly good. That’ll do the trick.”

Make a note on my bloody file, it’ll save us both the blushes, she’d thought, but been too embarrassed to say.

A few hours later, a very different doctor sat in front of Alice; she removed the splint and examined Alice’s bare wrist. Black with bruising, but only a little swollen, it looked pretty good, considering.

A deep line etched between Ash’s brows as she concentrated. She traced her fingers up Alice’s forearm, and Alice’s breath hitched.Fuck.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, no. Not at all.”Pull yourself together, she’s only touching your arm.But since when had Alice found scrubs so damn sexy?

Since right now, looking at Ash. God, she’s actually gorgeous.

Stop. It. You. Fucking. Nympho.

Ash looked at her and smiled. “Red, blue or pink?”

“Huh?”

“What colour cast would you like?”

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