Dr. Hottie by Virna DePaul

Author:Virna DePaul [DePaul, Virna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07ND658P1
Publisher: Books That Rock
Published: 2019-02-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Raegan

I listened to Noah sleeping. It was the only peace I felt as a battle raged inside my mind. Part of me wanted to tell him. Tell him everything.

Including the fact my real name was Raegan Reynolds.

I could almost see his face. He’d try to place where he’d heard the name. I’d see the realization slowly crossing his face. I’d nod. Yes, I’d say, that was me.

I was the heart surgeon who’d miraculously saved the life of award-winning movie director Benjamin Richter. I was the same surgeon who then got pulled into the celebrity life—attending parties, modeling on magazine covers, and even dating the country’s favorite leading man, Oliver Joyce. I was even going to be in my own reality television show.

But then, I’d disappeared.

I wanted to tell him that was who I was, but also not. Most of all, I wanted to tell him who I wanted to be.

I wanted to focus again on what was important: healing patients. I wanted to stay away from the glitz and glam of Hollywood and the judgment of the public eye. I wanted cameras and their critical lights away from me and my work.

And I wanted to be honest with him about what I feared.

By committing so strongly to work, I was afraid of what I’d miss out on. I was afraid I’d miss the parties and champagne and elegant dresses. I was afraid I’d yearn for passion and excitement and adventure. I was afraid I’d want to be someone else.

I was ashamed of myself for that, and I didn’t want to tell him.

So, I decided, I’d rather wake up in the morning and be the jewel thief or the model or the nobody. It was safer to pretend for as long as I could.

An ache pounded in my head, so I slipped out of bed and found a packet of Advil in the kitchen. I sipped a glass of water and swallowed the pill and pondered what I was going to do in the morning. Who was I going to be?

I tossed the trash in the bin and was about to tiptoe back to the bedroom when I noticed a letter on the hotel’s stationary. I wouldn’t have looked twice had it not been for the two letters in front of Noah’s name. Two letters I’d never expected to see: Dr.

Dr. Noah Alexander.

The very first time we’d met on the trail I’d hurt my ankle. I should have known then the way he’d expertly handled me that he was a doctor. Everything he did to check it was by the book. He was a doctor. A fucking doctor.

Now that I knew it, I wanted to know everything else about him. Where did he practice? What did he practice? Were we in the same field and would we end up running into each other at a conference? I had to know.

My cell phone was in the side pocket of the backpack I’d tossed on the living room couch. I knew I shouldn’t Google him.

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