Page 57 of Doctorshipped
“So, you know Hercules, personally?”
Her face contorts for a moment, and then she giggles. “No. Well, yes. Heracles. It’s a publishing house that specializes in fantasy romance. They’re looking at my vampire series. But my agent tells me I need to boost my presence on social media.”
She looks like she swallowed a cup of pickle juice.
“You don’t like social media?”
“I can’t stand the idea of putting myself out there online. It feels so vulnerable, and I never know what to post.”
“Well, there’s something we agree on.”
Jayme smiles, wide and full. Her big brown eyes hold mine. I almost blurt out an invitation to coffee on the spot.
But then she blindsides me by asking, “You mean you don’t have some hot grumpy doctor account online where women swoon over your face all day long?”
She clamps her hand over her mouth and despite my usual ability to steel my face, I feel my eyes go wide and my mouth pop open just the slightest. I quickly regain control over my expression, but she already saw the shock register.
“Joking!” Jayme says with some force.
“Hot, grumpy doctor,” I mumble under my breath, trying to assimilate her words. Grumpy, obviously. But hot? Does Jayme think I’m hot? And is that merely a subjective comment about my appearance, or could she actually be attracted to me?
“It was a joke,” Jayme reiterates.
“Of course it was a joke,” I echo. “And, to answer your question, no. I don’t have some hot, grumpy doctor account, or any other kind of account. Social media is a waste of time.”
“Figures,” she mutters.
“What figures?”
“You think it’s a waste of time.”
“Don’t you?”
“I do, but I don’t express myself with so much grumbly, irritated huffyness.”
“What else do you expect from a hot, grumpy doctor?”
I smirk and it almost feels like a half-smile. Then I wink at Jayme and walk out of the kitchen.
Yes. I winked.
Maybe it looked more like something flew into my eye. But I winked. Dad would be proud.
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JAYME
“So,” Em asks. “Tell us what it’s like working with the new doctor.”
She wags her eyebrows a little, showing how quickly she’s adapting to life in our small town. Boston may be known for the historical tea party, but in Bordeaux, we live for the spilling of the tea.
With a week left until Shannon’s wedding, we’re all at the Dippity Do, our local beauty parlor, for a morning of manicures, pedicures, and a trial run on our updos. And yes, cliché as it may sound, we gossip at the hair salon. If you want to know anything about anything, you either grab a cup of coffee at Bean There Done That, or you come here.
Em has the decency not to hint at how notoriously grumpy Grant is, even though his temperament is almost all people mention when he isn’t within earshot, well, that and how good looking he is.
“I don’t really work with him. I tutor Fiona, and my time with her is one of the high points of my week.”
Em smiles.
