Page 109 of Doctorshipped
Jayme: I’m pretty sure seeing you alone again will only make the problem worse.
Grant: Which is so much better, when you think about it. You thinking about me is not really a problem.
Jayme: For you. ;) I’d actually like to be able to focus on my writing this morning.
Jayme: But, to answer you, yes. I’ll see you at 2:30.
Grant: Not if I see you first.
Jayme: You know that means you’ll be avoiding me, right?
Grant: I warned you I have no game.
Jayme: You’ve got way more game than you realize. See you at 2:30.
Grant: Maybe you can help me with the same problem.
Jayme: I don’t even want to help you with that problem. If you can’t stop thinking about me, I’m good with that.
Grant: Well, if the medical care in this town goes down the tubes, we all know who to blame.
Jayme: I can live with that.
Grant: My next patient is here. I’ll see you this afternoon. By the way, Dad’s out with Esther.
Jayme: What? I need details! See you at 2:30.
I’m grinningan ear-to-ear grin after my text exchange with Grant. And now I have three hours to kill until I get to see him. I’m more than motivated to write romance right now—especially a romance about a man who finds his softer side when influenced by the right woman. She’s not there to change him, just to help him see all the qualities he already possessed alongside the hard-edged aspects of himself.
I’m about to set my phone down when I see a notification from Ella Mae.
Ella Mae:Have you been watching your socials?
Jayme: Not since the ball game. Why?
Ella Mae:What? Are you crazy? Have you brushed your teeth since Saturday?
Jayme:Of course. What does my oral hygiene have to do with my social media?
Ella Mae:You brush your teeth daily. You check your socials daily. Preferably more than once a day—like toothbrushing, except you’re brushing up your image and your presence. For now I’m handling the daily posts. Once I have you through the training you’ll take over.
She’s been posting daily?I’m pretty sure I don’t even want to know what that has entailed. I’m ignoring her visions of grandeur of me somehow eventually posting daily. That’s not me. It never will be me. I think of the book deal and hope against hope I can find a way around daily posting. I don’t have enough sleep or coffee in my body to even think about this right now.
Jayme:The training?
Ella Mae:Yes, my dear. This is boot camp and you’re my little soldier.
Ella Mae:Maybe we should wear camo.
Ella Mae:No. Nevermind. That’s not on brand.
I thinkI’ve created a monster. I appreciate Ella Mae’s help, but … her little soldier? Just, no.
Ella Mae:We need to meet for another shoot. You have 349 followers as of this morning.
Jayme:What? That’s nearly three times what it was Saturday.
Ella Mae:That’s right. I told you I knew what I was doing. You and Brooks are creating quite the stir. I posted some of the other pics of you two on Sunday and yesterday. And your bookish peeps are loving your story.
