Page 1 of The Doctor's Twins

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PEYTON TAYLOR

“Here’s to freedom!” Alyssa shouted above the noise of the crowd and held up her shot glass filled with amber-colored tequila.

“No more cramming for exams!” I chimed in with a grin before I drained my shot glass and slammed it down on the table.

“Wow! This is good stuff,” she said, cleared her throat, and sucked on a lemon wedge.

“Yeah, we better enjoy it. I reckon we won’t be having too many more parties once our residency begins. Not if we’re planning on saving lives anyway.”

“True dat, sista.”

Alyssa and I had officially passed our medical degree. Four years of late-night-cramming sessions and pep talks got us there in the end. Now, we were a mere four years away from the coveted prize—parking wherever we bloody well-liked! And answering to the title of Doctor so and so, of course.

“To you, Dr. Taylor,” Alyssa winked and poured another shot.

“And you, Dr. Collins.”

“Don’t look now, but there are two insanely hot guys looking our way. The one with the sandy hair has been staring at you all night,” Alyssa smirked.

My best friend and I were in Mexico for a week of well-deserved sun and fun before we tackled the next phase of our careers head-on. I was thoroughly enjoying the beaches and party atmosphere of Cancun, and judging by the crowd we were in, so were thousands of other visitors.

“Please, I’m way ahead of you,” I smiled. “I noticed them ogling us ages ago.”

“Ooh, don’t look now. They’re coming over,” Alyssa remarked and switched to her game face.

A handsome man with dark eyes, and wavy, blondish hair looked directly at me before he spoke in a thick local accent. Yummy…Spanish…

“Hi. I’m Mateo.”

He didn’t seem to notice Alyssa but rather spoke to me as if I were the only woman in a club teeming with partygoers.

“Hi, Mateo,” I said, not introducing myself just yet.

I was in a playful mood. Mr. Spanish Deliciousness was going to have to work for it.

“Hi, I’m Gabriel,” the other looker introduced himself to Alyssa. “May we buy you ladies, a drink?”

Mateo’s eyes didn’t leave mine for a second. From what I could tell, Mateo must have had some success with his approach to meeting women, because he exhibited no shortage of confidence.

“Sure,” Alyssa answered, nonchalantly. “I’m Alyssa and this is Peyton.”

“Peyton,” Mateo smiled. “American?”

“Uh-huh,” I said and nodded.

“What would you like to drink, Peyton from America?” he asked me, completely ignoring Alyssa, who wasn’t too offended as she seemed satisfied with Gabriel’s attention.

“What would you suggest? Being a local and all.”

“Patron En Lalique, of course,” he said. “If you’re going to get a feel for my country, you’d better sample one of our finest tequilas.”

Hhmm, a man of means—and taste. Not that I was a snob, but the riff-raff held no allure for me. I wasn’t one of those women who insisted on dating bad boys. All they brought was trouble.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Alyssa and Gabriel headed for the dancefloor, while Mateo and I braved our way through the crowd to the bar. My handsome acquaintance was kind enough to lead the way and I was happy to check out his fine ass as he walked. Mateo was wearing cream, chino shorts, and a white, button-down, cotton shirt, both of which accentuated his flawless, olive skin.

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