Page 245 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Yes,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

After he slid the ring on my finger, and with me still hanging off of him like a monkey, he stood and took my mouth in a mind-blowing kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you too.”

“Not gonna lie, that yes came a lot easier than I expected,” he admitted, and I grinned. “I think that’s proposal number fifteen if I’m keeping count correctly.”

I giggled. “Yeah, I might have finally said yes, but you still have to convince me to actually plan the wedding.”

He grinned down at me. “Is this going to be like the months of chasing it took to get you to agree to be in a relationship with me?”

“You mean the months of stalking?” I teased with a smile, and he laughed.

“Is this how it’s always going to be with us?”

I shrugged. “Probably.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he said and lifted me into his arms. “You’re my favorite challenge,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing after your feisty ass.”

Can I let you in on a little secret?

I’m going to find a way to convince Scott to fly to Vegas tonight and make it official.

The only reason I’ve been waiting is because I wanted to be done with med school.

And since I only have one month left, it’s motherfucking time to make this man officially mine.

God, I really am one lucky bitch, huh?

Kisses forever,

Harlow Shepard

THE END

The cool, wet ends of my hair tickled at my neck as I pulled on a fresh scrub shirt and tucked it into my pants.

I was working a double shift, and the last several hours had been some of the messiest I’d seen in a while. Blood, fluid, vomit—you name it, I’d been covered in it, and a shower in the locker room was the only thing that made me feel remotely human again.

Slamming my locker shut, I reclipped my ID badge onto the front pocket of my shirt, dropped my phone into my pocket, and made my way out the door.

Several coworkers smiled and nodded as I passed them in the hall, but both food and coffee were necessary for not only my health, but the health of those around me.

When it came to hunger and caffeine withdrawals, I didn’t get grumpy; I got punch-drunk. Fucking slaphappy. And sometimes, a little unnecessarily rude.

One of my very few flaws.

The cafeteria in sight, I picked up my pace and yanked open the door, dodging an exiting nurse as I stepped inside.

Normally, I would have perused, inspected, considered a plan of attack for winning her over with my charm and wit at such a close encounter with a cute female, but my priorities occasionally flip-flopped—though, it was rare—and this was one of those times.

Coffee and food then sex.

Speaking of coffee, a familiar body lurked in front of it. One that I found amusing despite any lack of caffeine or sustenance—the one and only Dr. Obscene.

He, along with me and one other head of department, had been chosen, approached, and optioned for a new reality medical show, The Doctor Is In, set to run for thirty-six weeks, with one weekly, hour-long episode airing every Tuesday night. While all of the episodes had been filmed at the same time, Will’s were the first to air, and fucking hell, he was having a time of it.