Love MD: A Steamy Enemies-To-Lovers, GrumpySunshine Doctor Romance (Love and Other Jobs Book 2) by Devon Atwood

Author:Devon Atwood [Atwood, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cottage Hill Publishing
Published: 2023-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Amos

Sweat clung to my back in a sticky film, sucking my white button-down shirt to my skin. Some of it trickled down the valley of my spine like an insect that skittered down to my waistband. I adjusted my position, punched the cool air flow button for my seat, and leaned my head back on the headrest of my car. As I crawled through traffic, Cade talked nonstop on the other end of the line about our imaging protocol overview.

“If we shoot for four—six? Six sessions, say an hour each, with resting-state and task-fMRI data, then we can ensure that we have structural, dMRI, and fMRI data,” he said. I could hear him typing while he talked, which was a skill I shared. It was why I had been able to count June’s pulse while still babbling away about hospitals.

I cleared my throat, my mind mostly on our research, but a tiny bit on June now that I’d remembered that. “Are we sticking with our original task protocols for the tfMRI scans?”

“I don’t see why not,” Cade said. “Unless you think they need to be updated.”

A text came through on my phone, which lit up on the screen on my dashboard. It was our inter-office communication system.

June: Mr. Larsey is back. He wants a word. Should I tell him to wait in your office?

It was the patient with shoulder arthritis who was convinced he needed his spine fused because a search engine had said so. I sighed deeply and typed a quick response back.

Brady: No, he needs to make an appt with Andrews or shove off.

June: …I’ll paraphrase that.

Cade paused, “Something wrong?”

“Day job,” I intoned.

“Your receptionist still giving you hell?” he teased.

Not for the reasons you’d think, I thought grimly. It wasn’t that I had expected June to text me, but… okay, I kind of figured she would text me. And I could have texted her too, but something told me that if happy, lemon-drop June hadn’t sent me a funny text or an offer to hang out, then her brain was doing something very different than what my brain was doing.

Or my brain was overthinking that.

“Brady?” Cade prompted.

I cleared my throat again. “She’s a pain in the ass, but no. We’re… working through our differences.”

“Weird,” Cade said.

I flicked my blinker, getting into the turning lane that would take me into the medical district. “I was bound to get along with someone eventually.”

“Yeah, except you said you’d trade her for the Tasmanian Devil like three weeks ago.”

Fair point. “I was wrong.”

Silence crackled over the line. It stretched on and on, and I tapped the screen to make sure his call hadn’t dropped. Finally, Cade said, “What the fuck?”

“Language,” I intoned.

“Did you just say you were wrong?”

“I’m hanging up,” I droned, hovering my finger over the red button. “I’ll touch base at four.”

“Wait a second, who is this gir—”

I tapped the end call button and blew out another breath.

He had a good question, though. Who was June to me? I’d been

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