Page 366 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Please say yes.

“I am.” I couldn’t ignore the waves of satisfaction that filled my belly.

Well, hello, Doctor.

He offered a friendly smile and held out his hand.

Obviously, I took it willingly. “It’s a pleasure, Dr. Raines,” I said. “I hope you’ll excuse me for shamelessly enjoying your view.”

I honestly wasn’t sure if I was talking about the window or him. Probably both.

“No apology necessary.” He waved me off with a nonchalant hand. “Considering I spend most of my time either in the OR or in patient exam rooms, I’m thankful at least someone is able to enjoy it.”

I grinned. A neurosurgeon who wasn’t overtly possessive of his property and ideals? Maybe unicorns do exist. “That’s a shame.”

“I know, right?” he teased and shrugged out of his white medical jacket. “If someone would go scatter some brains out there, they might let me look every once in a while.”

I barked a laugh, and he winced. “I guess that’s a little gory, huh?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. Funny, though.”

Visible lines of lean and toned muscles strained and stretched beneath his baby blue dress shirt.

Good Lord, this man did not fit the bill for a surgeon.

No time to look out the window, but you must have time to work out, I see.

I pinched my wrist to wake myself up. I’d come this close to saying that out loud.

But the more I stared at his friendly face with a contrastingly hard jaw, the more I realized who he kind of resembled. Henry fucking Cavill. If his eyes were blue instead of brown, the likeness would have been good enough to fool a few gullible people.

“Please take a seat,” he said, and I followed his instruction, sitting down in the leather chair in front of his desk. All the while, I fought internally between looking away like a professional and gawking at his body as he walked around his desk and sat down like a predator stalking its prey.

I managed about a half a second of looking at his tile floor.

“What can I help you with today?” He sat in the chair behind his desk and rolled it forward, leaning back with his elbows on the armrests. I watched his body melt into the leather as if it was maybe the first time he’d sat down all day.

He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t answer immediately, too busy critiquing his buttery body to remember not to be an idiot.

I sat straighter instead of fidgeting, even though I wanted to desperately, and dove into my spiel.

“One of the youngest Chiefs of Neurosurgery in the country and a physician with a surgical record better than most general surgeons, you’ve made a hell of an impression in your field,” I began, complimenting his achievements before getting to the job opportunity. “And ever since you took on the position at St. Luke’s, their Neurology Department has increased profits by two hundred percent. That’s an incredible list of accomplishments.”

“I guess it is, yeah.” He shrugged, seemingly lacking in the normal surgeon ego I was accustomed to dealing with. Was this guy really that humble? Or was he just that tired? I mean, I personally became a raging toddler when I was overexhausted, but maybe he just mellowed.

“How long are you planning on staying at St. Luke’s?”

“Permanently.”

I quirked a brow. “So, you have no interest in other job opportunities that might bring you more money and opportunity for state-of-the-art growth?”

“I guess that depends.”

Ah, yes! Everyone had a weakness. My inner cheerleader did a Herkie.

It’s a jump where your legs do unnatural things, okay?

And give me a break. It was high school.