LukeThe files are all messed up and it's all I can think about. Which puts me in a bad mood.Which is bound to make me snappy and unbearable later, but that's just how things work."Are you planning to burn those files by drilling holes into them?"Realizing he means my glare, I look up at James Sanders, who gives me a look of amusement. I roll my eyes. Not everyone can say they can do that to our hospital's director, but I suppose I'm an exception since James and I have worked together for years.At some point, I was up for the director position, too, but I turned it down because he's much more pleasant than I am and I might make an enemy out of everyone if I were in that role. Being the head of neurosurgery is perfect for me, allowing me to do my thing and still have enough time for my business."I'm just arranging them."He tilts his head curiously. "How's that going?""I already organized this week's schedule for patients and operations, but the rest isn't going as fast as I want
Olivia“Can’t you just call the father?”“The father’s a one-night stand, Janessa. We met in a bar and parted ways the same night.”“So, you don’t have anything else?”“I have his number.”“Then call him, Liv.”I sigh. “It’s a fake number. He gave me a fake number, probably not to let me down hard. I don’t know. I just know it goes to a restaurant when I dial.”“Bastard.” My friend and old coworker, Janessa Parker, makes noises in her throat. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”“It’s not even his fault. We weren’t looking for anything in that place.” Except I thought there was a connection there, our souls intertwining as sex became much more than sex. He said it, too, eager to meet up with me another time after giving me his number. What a loser I am for believing him. “And he wore a condom. It’s just terrible luck on my end.”“Still, this is as much his luck as yours. His responsibility, too.”I take a deep breath, then shudder it out. Then I tremble all over as I look my friend in the eye, te
If only she knew.Thankfully, the topic shifts and I no longer have to think about Dr. Grump.They weren't kidding with what they said about him. I always thought reputations were built on a smidgen of truth and a lot of exaggeration, but apparently, I was wrong."Miss Davis, when I ask you to bring me a file, you're supposed to bring all the files connected to it. Otherwise, what's the point of me reading an incomplete one?"I freeze, glancing at the folder in his hand before I note the frown on his lips. Grump, like they said. Then my body snaps into motion as I hurry to get the other files, frantically looking in the still-not-sorted pile until I find them."I'm sorry, Dr. Jennings. Here they are."He frowns at me, then takes the files. It feels like passing over a hurdle, but it's not the only hurdle."The files should be by order of date and how they're dealt with, not alphabetical.""Right away, Dr. Jennings. I'll reorganize them.""I need everything on the table thirty minutes
LukeThe clack of the keyboard on the other table is soft and shouldn't bother me, but it does. Maybe it's because I know who's typing and what she looks like today, with her hair in a loose braid and the added liner that highlights her green eyes. Maybe it's because, despite how many times I've tried to nitpick everything as she accused me of, she retaliates by doing such a good job that even the perfectionist inside me is impressed.Or maybe it's because I'm ashamed of how I'm acting while still annoyed with how aloof and cold she is.At the next firmer press of the keyboard button, I glance up and catch the satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looks at her computer. It's so reminiscent of the triumphant look she gave me long ago that my body responds before I can control it. I look away immediately, my jaw clenching as I try not to look again.I don't have patients today, but I have a lot of case studies to review after surgery supervision. The surgeries took most of my morni
OliviaThis is a bad idea.I know it and I’ve made up all kinds of excuses, from how it will just lengthen his driving time to how I don’t mind waiting for a cab. But I do mind because I’ve already extended my work hours and my babysitter needs to go home—which leaves me no choice but to accept something I don’t want to accept.Before I can think too much about it, I hop in his car and state my address, then let him do his thing. Noises surround us, a reprieve as we’re distracted by the honks and voices of people trying to get through the rush, too. But my head is a stubborn little thing, eventually catching up as I realize what I’m doing.I’m letting him drive me home. To my house. Where my child is.Panic flares, and I do everything to keep it in. Then I dissect it until it’s obliterated, ending with a strong thought: that just because I let him drive me home doesn’t mean I’ll let him enter my home. It calms me down significantly as we finally get past the main hurdle and are drivin
"Why are you so prideful?"My mouth thins. "I'm just being practical.""It's my goddamn car. I should decide what's practical or not."He's right. I'm a little embarrassed. I'm dictating things and being too paranoid when the man is just being thoughtful, but I can't help it. I'm not ready for that kindness after getting used to the grumpy, arrogant man in the hospital-the one who, while it gets on my nerves, is easier to deal with.The edge in his tone brushes over me until my nerves are frayed, but I hang on to dignity and finally have the semblance not to answer. Thankfully, he doesn't say another word, either.And I can't wait for this damn car ride to be over.When we arrive at my place, the lights on the upstairs windows are turned off and only a dim glow can be seen on the first floor. I sigh in relief. Then I square my shoulders and face Luke."Thanks for the ride. I appreciate it."His eyes sweep over the townhouse. "Nice place."I nod. "My mom's friend owns it. She gave u-me
Luke“Here are the files for the third week, Dr. Jennings.”Olivia’s tone is as polite as ever, but she doesn’t look at me when she hands over the files and trudges away to continue her task. I frown at her back, wondering why she doesn’t even wait for me to say thank you. But then again, it’s another mark to be added to the already long list of wonderings.Why did she go back to being aloof?Why is she pretending the car kiss didn’t happen?Why the hell isn’t anything resolved even if we cleared things up about the phone number issue?“Hey, Luke. Busy?”I turn to James, who’s standing by the office door. He’s a welcome distraction as I gesture him in and we chat about the interns I’ve overseen this week. He asks me about my business, too.“It’s doing good. Better than I expected, honestly, which still always surprises me.”“I don’t know why you’re even surprised. You were like this young genius doctor when you came in here years ago—a man with a drive to do so much more than surgerie
"For pushing things with you when you've repeatedly set up boundaries and just want to prioritize your career. For demanding more than the brilliant work ethics that you've already been giving. It's unfair, especially because you're still new and working under me, and the power dynamics are unequal."Her eyes widen. Understanding sparks in them as she takes a deep breath, too."Luke..."My jaw clenches, liking the sound. Too much. But I lock my reaction in. "And you don't have to call me Luke if you don't want to. Dr. Jennings is fine."Silence."Luke is fine."Shit.Her granting me that derails my thought process, but I will myself to keep going. "I'll leave you alone if that's what you want, too. No personal talk and no personal questions.""Okay.""In fact, I'll never speak to you unless it's related to work."Her mouth parts. "I...okay.""We just need to be cordial to each other, that's it. Nothing more, nothing less. There will be no pressure for anything else."Silence, then, "O
Olivia“This is completely unprofessional. We’ve scheduled this checkup for days, and he should be here on time.”Bryan Wells looks at me like it’s my fault, his scowl darkening his features. I don’t know what to say. I’ve already informed him that Luke’s in the middle of an emergency surgery and it’s running longer than anticipated due to some complications—and we already informed Bryan this morning, too, which makes this the second time.I clear my throat and try again.“I’m sorry about this, Mr. Wells. We didn’t expect Dr. Jennings to handle a surgery today, but it can’t be postponed. Rest assured, though, that he will cater to you first thing as soon as the new appointment is set. If you could kindly tell me when you are available again?—”“I’m available now. I came here expecting the checkup now.”I pause. “This morning, we sent you an email informing you about the situation and?—”“Are you his secretary?”I blink, not missing the condescending tone. My shoulders stiffen, but I k
I nod, not about to tell her that I'm confident there will be. I can see the clear enjoyment on her face as we stroll toward the flowers, which are even more beautiful up close. When the breeze picks up and she shivers, I remove my coat and place it over her shoulders, then openly appreciate her dress."You know what my new favorite is?"Olivia sends me a curious look. "What?"I wink. "Black dresses. Specifically, you in them."She laughs hard, and it's the most melodic sound there is. I rub her shoulders to add an extra layer of warmth, but really, it's just an excuse to pull her closer to me.And when she doesn't protest, I can't think of a more perfect date than this.When I walk Olivia to her doorstep, I thank her for spending the night with me and for giving me a chance. Her smile turns shy."I should be the one thanking you, Luke. You made so much effort and I like how we spent the date.""You do?""Yeah. It was pretty amazing."I can't help but agree. Then I can't help looking
Luke"I'm not going to lie, I was expecting you to go a different route. You know, the typical fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant, with you showing off your knowledge of wines and some menu that I can't even pronounce."Olivia's tone is laced with humor, and I can't help but laugh. Then I shake my head as I guide her inside the movie theater, where the carpets are lush, and the most lit area is the concession stand."To be fair, I've taken most of my dates to fancy restaurants, but I want it to be different for us."Curiosity shines in her eyes as she looks around before we stop at the concession stand. It's a long area filled with glass displays of goods and a menu on the wall. I wait for her to read everything."Wait...shouldn't they just offer stuff like popcorn, candies, and soda? They have quite a variety of food." She then glances from side to side. "And where is everyone?"I bite back a grin. "Don't be mad, but I kind of rented the whole place for the night so we could have it
My skin buzzes at the sound of his deep voice. I have a second to wonder if it's my imagination before I glance toward the door where Luke is standing.In the flesh. Looking so good that it hurts.At my lack of response, he cautiously slips in and closes the door with a lock clicking, shutting us out from the rest of the world. My heart picks up speed as his gaze roams over me, then settles on my face. I swallow and finally push down my speechlessness."Luke...what are you doing here?"He's silent for a while as he just looks at me. Then he clears his throat."I saw you earlier. Wearing that...looking like that. You took my breath away, but you were gone just as quickly."The way he says it...I can hear his longing. The smile from earlier is gone, replaced by a desire glimmering deep in his gaze. There's a triumphant feeling inside me that he never looked at the gorgeous woman in white this way, but it's immediately smothered by the knowledge that they're still a much better pairing t
Olivia"Hey, Liv! I'm glad you could make it!"I grin at Wanda, who's already with Maria and Jasper when I find her. The three make a beeline toward me, giving me hugs before they take in what I'm wearing. A round of oohs and aahs come, and my cheeks heat up."Come on, guys. I just got this from a thrift shop. And it's basic black."The event was announced long ago: a small charity party with the doctors, the staff, and some of the hospital's major sponsors in attendance, held at the largest conference room. It didn't sink into my mind that it would be a semi-formal event or that it would fall on my day off until yesterday, but the black dress that has always been in my closet is a lifesaver.Medical assistants are not obligated to go, but the director wants us to. Nurses don't have to, but Maria and Jasper are free and said they wouldn't miss getting all glamoured up for the world.Maria rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Sweetheart, if I looked like that in black, I would wear it every
I nod. "Yeah. For when the software has some technical problems and someone has questions about how to use the device."Henry shakes their hands, including Riley's. A seasoned veteran of life, he's friendly, outgoing, and pretty much will shake anyone's hand, which makes him perfect for his department. "Pleased to meet you both. Luke hasn't brought a lot of guests here, so it's good to see some new faces. Are you customers of the product? Or perhaps you're a new member of the team?" He beams at Riley. "And who's this sweetheart?"I look at Olivia, unsure how to play this. But before I can answer, Riley speaks first."I'm Luke's daughter."It's like a bomb dropping-at least, it feels that way to me and Olivia, if her wide eyes and stupefied expression are any indication. My head whips toward Riley, who is smiling at Henry, with Henry eyeing her curiously."You are?"She nods. "Luke is my dad." Then she turns to me. "You're my dad, aren't you?"Color me stunned and rendered speechless.
LukeBeing in Olivia’s house again after taking her so thoroughly a week ago feels more intimate than I anticipated, but it’s also exciting. It’s my third playdate with Riley, who doesn’t have movie-watching in mind this time.“I still have homework, Luke, and I should finish it today.”“Oh. Do you want help with it?”“No. I want to do my homework by myself. Mom says to ask for help if I’m confused, but I’m not confused.”It’s another way of saying she’s independent, which amuses me as I follow her to a room that her mom made into her homework area. The small table is already littered with books, crayons, and the like. I watch Riley start coloring before I gingerly sit on the stool beside her.Immediately, she giggles. “You’re too big for the chair, Luke.”I grin. “It’s okay. I just want to watch you.”She finishes coloring and starts on some math problems. I wait for her to ask for help. But she doesn’t. Realizing my presence might be a detriment more than anything, I carefully stand
I curl my hand inward until his head tilts just a little bit to rest on it. Luke emits a longer sigh, his weariness visible. But he doesn't even care about that.The guy who acts out in front of everyone, sometimes even to patients, has a good heart. I've seen glimpses of it throughout our interactions and the way he treats Riley, but I guess I've been holding back from fully seeing this side of him. He's also just human-the type who, at the end of the day, feels for his patients and gets affected by their condition no matter how hard he tries to separate himself from them.It's this understanding that propels me forward until I'm no longer just cupping his cheek but hugging him, too. I can sense his surprise from his sudden tension, but it's gone in a blink as his arms wrap around me. I know I'm the one comforting him, but the warmth he emits is a source of comfort for me, too."Liv...what is this?"His voice is gruff and just a little bit confused."I just thought you needed a hug."
OliviaI pace the office, done with work, and find myself stuck with nothing to do. I’m sure many people would kill for that problem, but without anything to do, my mind can’t help running a mile a minute as I wait for the person I need to speak with the most.I jump at the knock on the door, then turn to Wanda as she peeks in.“Hey. Wanna get some of that fresh bread down the street before we head home?”I force a smile out. “Sounds great, but I’ll have to pass. I’m staying for a bit.”“Isn’t it past your work hours?”“Yes, but I need to check in with Dr. Jennings about the surgery progress. It’s easier to record everything now than tomorrow.”She shakes her head and mutters about me working too hard, then waves and leaves. I glance at the clock. I should be going home, but it’s one of those lucky days where Nancy asked to stay longer since she needs the extra cash.But as it turns out, I don’t have to wait long as Luke walks in a few minutes later, already scrubbed down.I already h