Page 77 of Dashing for Love

He grins as he holds Killer against his chest. “Hi, Goldie.”

“Dr. Brodigan,” I respond with a rasp.

Of course I’ve seen him in scrubs. Of course I’ve seen him in scrubs and boots. I’ve seen him in boots and a cowboy hat and jeans that I swear were made just for him as he pranced around on a damn horse. I’ve seen him in that cowboy hat and nothing else, for heaven’s sake. But try telling any of that to the rational part of my brain right now.

Because all I see is theDr. Matthew Brodiganin navy script on his white coat and how it hangs over the navy scrubs he wears as he cuddles Killer against him. All I see is the knowing twinkle in his caramel eyes as they trace my body from head to toe and back again. All I see are his hands as he closes the door behind him and stalks toward me, pulling me to him and kissing me like we’re not a secret, his mouth claiming me as though he’ll keep me forever.

Killer whines between us, and Matty laughs softly as he releases me. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “but you look positively delicious when you’re in your work element.”

I flush. “I could say the same about you.”

He smiles, then gestures with Killer to my setup. “So, what are we doing here?”

“Basic stuff, really,” I answer. “You’ll sit on that stool, and I’ll take some shots. With Killer and without him.”

He nods agreeably, then takes a seat on the stool. “I’m at your mercy, Goldie.”

I lift my camera and click. “Those are precisely the kind of words that can get you in trouble, Dr. Brodigan.”

He laughs and I click again. Unsurprisingly, he is the perfect subject, seeming to know instinctively how to angle his body to get the best shot. Killer behaves, as well, and the entire shoot goes by smoothly.

“C’mere,” Matty says after he puts Killer down. “Bring the camera.”

I make my way to him, sitting on his knee when he pats it in invitation. “Selfies are a lot harder with this,” I laugh, but I do my best. When he takes my chin in his hands and turns me softly toward him, I practically feel my insides melting. Because the look in his eyes is enough to quiet all the doubt inside me.

Click.

He kisses me.

Click. Click. Click.

There’s a knock on the door. I fly upright and put a respectable amount of distance between us as Matty smirks.

“Yes?” he calls, remaining seated.

Liv pokes her head in, her bright eyes seeming to assess the situation and decide all is well. “Your next patient is here.”

Matty nods. “Coco?”

“In exam room one,” Liv confirms.

“Five minutes,” he says. When Liv’s head disappears, he looks back at me. His eyes darken mischievously. “Where were we?”

Click.

He raises an eyebrow.

Click.

“I need those lips, Goldie.”

“It’s hard not to swoon when you say things like that, you know.” I hold my camera up and take one last picture of him as he laughs.

It hits me as I’m loading up my equipment: I’m falling for Matty. Way more than ever before. Before this all started, I’d had a crush on him, sure. But now?Nowit’s way more. It’s Cowboy Matty. It’s call-me-Golden Matty. It’s C’mere Matty. It’s thick dicking me down Matty.

If this isn’t forever, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.

Chapter 29

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