Page 3 of Doctor I Do

She drops her gaze over me. When she finishes checking me out, her green eyes land on mine again. Her tongue slides across her bottom lip as she says back with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Navy suits you.”

My heart hammers. I’m glad she likes what she see’s. I can’t stop the smirk spreading on my lips, knowing I feel the same way. I like what I see. “Did you work today?”

She sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. Even though I think my parents were right. I should’ve stayed in college.”

Her answer surprises me. “You could always go back. It’s never too late.”

“I could…”

“You don’t want to?”

“No. Ah…Have you seen the baby yet?” she asks, changing the subject.

I shake my head. “No, I was going to grab something to eat and head up.”

“I might need to get new cupcakes.” She giggles, and it’s the cutest, lightest laugh. I’ve heard it once before at Mike and Alice’s wedding, but I’ve forgotten just how much I love it. Hearing it again makes me feel a way I’m not used to.

I peek down and see only one cupcake could be saved. And I don’t dare tell her I didn’t know it was a boy, since the blue icing gave it away.

“Did you get them from here?” I wouldn't object to one right now.

“No, I picked them up at a bakery by the coffee house where I work.” Her eyes flick to me, and I swear she almost seems embarrassed.

“Let's grab something for you to take up there, but first, have you had a coffee or something to eat?” I ask.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have a coffee. I’m already jumpy.” I swallow the disappointment swirling in my gut. I want to spend more time with just her.

“But I might go for tea and something to eat. I’ve worked all day and have barely eaten anything,” she adds, and I spring to life at the knowledge she’ll sit down with me.

“Same. I’m living on coffee.”

I don’t miss the way her eyes flick to my body before moving away to the food counter, clutching her cupcake box to her chest. “I’ll find something to take up after.”

“Good idea, but maybe pop them in the garbage before you wear any more of them.”

Her head turns quickly, and she pulls the box out, to see her white long-sleeve has a smear of blue across the middle.

“Oh, God. I’m getting worse by the second.”

I smile. “Let me take the box and put it in the garbage so you can go to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll grab you a drink and something to eat.”

She sighs with relief. “Are you sure?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I say with an honest smile, trying to tell her with my face that I’m here to help her.

I take the box from her, and try to ignore how my hands graze her soft ones. I’ve never been so distracted by a simple touch. Clearing my throat, I get my thoughts back on track.

“Order?”

“Oh, yeah. A hot chocolate and a cookie, please.”

“As a doctor, that is the worst choice, but as a friend, I’ll say I’ll meet you over at one of those tables.” I point toward the empty tables and chairs.

“Don’t doctor me around. I just need to eat my feelings right now.” She smirks, and a stupid grin settles on my face as I look at her. Spinning on her heel, she walks off, but in the opposite direction of the bathroom.

“T,” I call out and she turns around, brow furrowed.

I lift a hand and point in the direction of where she needs to go. “That way.”

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