Page 11 of Doctor Mile High
I snatch the phone from her and give her my signature “really?” expression. “DoctorSilverFox. Have you lost your mind? That cannot be the username.” I stand, pointing at the device. “Fix it.”
“I can’t change the name for a certain number of days.” She pouts to hide how funny she thinks this all is. “Oh, no.”
“You better be glad I can’t survive this place without you, because that’s sneaky. People are going to think I’m conceited.”
She snorts.
“What?”
“Sorry, Doctor, but anyone who looks like that”—she waves her hand up and down my body—“is a little conceited.”
I grin with a roll of my eyes. “I don’t know if I like that logic. I can’t stick around and argue with you, though. I need to hurry to the OR.”
“Go. We’ll talk later. You didn’t do your ritual or have your coffee.”
“I never got my coffee.”
“It’s on your desk.”
My gaze darts around the desk, not seeing the cup at all.
She exhales, tapping away on her phone. “It’s there.” She points, and I follow her finger to the cup sitting on the edge of the desk.
“When did you bring it to me?”
She smirks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I snag it, take a sip, and groan when the warm caffeine hits my soul. “You’re slick, Olivia. If you weren’t on my good side, I’d be worried.” I check my watch and curse. “Damn, I’m going to be late. We’ll talk later.” I hurry out of the office, not bothering to shut the door, and speed walk down the hallway.
The coffee tastes delicious, giving me the pep in my step that I need. It’s a temporary solution for a long-term problem.
A permanent solution would be Dove.
Iwillfind her. I don’t care how long it takes. If social media doesn’t work, I’ll figure out something else. All I know is that I refuse to live the rest of my life without the happiness of holding Dove again.
She’s a want.
She’s a need.
She’s the life I have forgotten to live all these years.
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DOVE
My ankles are killing me.
Actually, my entire body is killing me. I’d love to go home and soak my feet in hot water while watching bad TV. I’m so exhausted. Being eight months pregnant while working a full-time job is terrible. I do not recommend it. Zero out of five stars.
It doesn’t help that my boss is an absolutely horrid man. He doesn’t care that I’m only weeks away from giving birth. He runs me ragged.
My plan when I got back from Costa Rica was to quit. But I was scared. This job is a safety net. I make decent money, and the health insurance is great. Just when I got the courage to type up my resignation later, I realized my period was late.
The panic and fear of the unknown had me buying a pregnancy test the same day. I couldn’t wait until morning to take it like the directions said.
When the two pink lines showed up, I tore up my resignation letter and threw it away. I need this job more than ever now,even if I do hate every second of it. I’ll need to wait to quit until after I have the baby, and I’ll need to be smart about it.
I need a job that isn’t tainted by Landon’s touch. The man has deep pockets and long arms. He could make or break me with just one word. Landon has the power to make sure I never work again.
