Page 299 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I followed his instructions and quickly scribbled my electronic signature across the device.

“Have a nice day,” he said with a wave and left my office.

As I unrolled the top of the brown paper bag, goodness assaulted me. Mmm. Sweet and sugary, there was no mistaking the scent of maple syrup. Food. Tasty, high-calorie food was inside this bag.

I pulled the white takeout box out of the bag and popped it open to find a large serving of the most irresistible looking pancakes I’d ever seen in my life. Nutella, bananas, whipped cream—Jesus Christ, it was heaven in a box.

I was all set to dive in face first, when I spotted the small envelope attached to the back of the bag. My name was written neatly across the front, and inside sat a little note.

I know you can’t resist these. Or me.

Enjoy.

Dr. Hickey

I shook my head.

That cocky bastard.

Why I was smiling was still a mystery, but I decided to blame it on the pancakes. I mean, no human being in their right mind could frown when looking down at this pile of sugary goodness. Before I ate myself into a carb coma, I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and called the pancake culprit.

“Harlow,” he greeted on the second ring, a smile apparent in his voice.

“Dr. Hickey?” I asked, and he chuckled shamelessly.

“Did you taste them?”

“Hell no.” I feigned annoyance. “I never eat food sent over by people I don’t know. I trashed them.”

“You’re so full of shit,” he refuted. “I bet you’ve got a greedy fork within an inch of digging into them right now.”

I totally did.

Wow. I don’t even remember pulling that fork out of the plastic.

But he didn’t need to fucking know that.

“Nope,” I lied. “I had the delivery guy reroute them to the dumpster behind the building.”

“You know what’s crazy?”

“What?”

“I just got off the phone with Tim, the delivery guy, and he said you accepted the delivery.”

Fucking Tim.

Wait…how did he know the delivery guy’s name?

I raised a skeptical brow. Something was fishy about this scenario, and it wasn’t the fucking pancakes. “How in the hell do you know the delivery guy?”

“He’s actually one of the techs in the ER,” he explained. “I gave him some extra cash to act like a delivery guy.”

“What the hell?” I all but shouted. “He even had a fucking iPad and made me sign for the goddamn pancakes.”

Tim was a total con man and almost as big of an asshole as Scott.

Too bad you don’t really think Scott’s an asshole…