Page 37 of The Doctors Will See You Now

She nodded. “See you in a year, Dr. Cummings.”

“Looking forward to it, Jamie.”

“Take your time getting dressed,” Melody told her as I headed for the door. “I’ll meet you at the front desk with your paperwork so you can schedule your appointment for next year.”

Several minutes later, Melody found me studying the next patient’s chart in my office and called my attention with a soft knock.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I offered, curling my fingers toward my body.

She stepped inside and shut the door, locked the knob and took a seat in the chair in front of my desk. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“What’s up?”

She tapped her ear like it was a secret code and pointed everywhere around herself in a circle.

Ah. Prying ears everywhere.

Hope mushroomed in my stomach as I conjured up all of the reasons she could want to keep this conversation private.

Maybe she felt it too? Whatever this thing between us was.

“So…”

“Yeah?”

“Looks like you’re a pretty hot commodity.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“You’re great, so I get it.”

She thinks you’re great. Ask her out. Just do it.

I opened my mouth, but no words formed before she filled the space with some of her own.

“Her vagina actually sparkled.”

Oh. So we’re going to talk about the patient.

“I honestly didn’t think you could make the female anatomy that attractive.”

“Hey, the female anatomy doesn’t need that much help to be beautiful. Kind of like makeup. Less is sometimes more.”

She laughed, carefree and easy, and I immediately craved more of it. Had to have it. Wondered how many organs I’d have to sell on the black market to get enough money to pay someone to break in to her apartment and make a video of her doing it on a loop.

Okay, that’s creepy. Where the hell did that come from?

“We men like to feel powerful and caveman-like. It might not be right, but the power feeds us. That kind of instruction, insinuation, really, that I should become more acquainted with her takes away all the power.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “Is this like asking for directions? Her vajazzle is like a map, and as a man, you’re just not down with that?”

“Yes,” I laughed. “It’s exactly like that. Tremendous analogy.”

“Shut up.”

I winked, stupidly, and caught off guard, she turned her gaze away in a hurry. She gathered herself quickly and spoke again, though. “You’re going to have to work hard to salvage your reputation after this. Every day I’m here, your problems from the show seem to be a little more substantial. I don’t think I’d ever go to the trouble of faking a UTI to meet a man.”