Page 42 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t put a lot of effort into my appearance. Hell, it’d taken me a good thirty minutes to decide on my outfit—black thigh-high boots, black skirt, and a fitted, rose gold blouse. I’d put far too much thought into what was the perfect yet appropriate amount of cleavage. Going by the finished product, apparently, there was nothing wrong with a healthy amount of boob.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen them before.

“Ready or not, Mel, there’s no going back now,” I whispered to my reflection and took a deep breath before walking out into the hallway and toward the living room.

Will stood in the doorway, smiling down at my mother as she prattled on about something that was the opposite of important. The instant my heels hit the hardwood floor of the entry, his eyes met mine and a soft, handsome, erotic smile crested his lips. Good God, just his face held the power to make your panties disappear. Maybe he is Dr. Obscene.

“You look beautiful, Melody.”

So do you, I thought, my nipples perking up noticeably.

He did. Will Cummings cleaned up nicely outside of the office. Like, real nice. Put him in a dish, and I’d eat him with a spoon kind of nice. Between his gorgeous blue eyes, his sexy hair, and the button-up lilac shirt that fit in all the right places, I didn’t know which I liked best.

“You’re not looking too bad, either,” I teased with a wink, and Will grinned. “I see you’ve already met my wonderful mother, Janet.”

“I did.” His grin grew wider. “For a second there, I thought she was your sister.”

“Oh, Will!” Janet giggled and gently tapped his shoulder. “I don’t like fishing. Thank you so much for inviting me. Maybe we can do something else.”

Fishing? He asked my mother to go fishing? Confused, I looked at Will and noted the puzzled expression on his face. Yeah, he didn’t ask her to go fishing. It was just Janet’s hearing issues acting up again.

Will’s eyes shot to me in question, and I tapped my ear as discreetly as possible. The last thing I needed was my mom catching me in the act.

Two minutes into their meet-and-greet and she was already in love. If I didn’t move quickly, she might try to go on the date without me. “All right, let’s get a move on it,” I insisted, raising my voice to avoid further confusion, and moved toward Will’s side. I half hoped we’d be able to slide out the front door without my father leaving his perch on the couch.

“But wait,” my mother urged and glanced back toward the living room. “Bill!” she whisper-yelled through gritted teeth. “Get off the couch and meet Melody’s date.”

My father groaned and moaned and finally gave in to her demands, getting up off the couch and shuffling toward the three of us.

“Dad,” I started before my mother could take the reins on introductions. “This is Will Cummings. Will, this is my dad, Bill.”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Marco,” Will greeted and shook my dad’s hand.

“You like KISS?”

Will’s brows scrunched together. “Kiss?”

“The band?”

“Oh!” he responded in relief. “Yeah, I like KISS. No one can pull off stage makeup and spitting fire while simultaneously belting out some of the best lyrics in rock history like Gene Simmons.”

The hint of a smile crested my dad’s lips. “What about Black Sabbath?”

“Ozzy Osbourne. Enough said,” Will responded. “There’s never been anyone like him.”

“Never will be either.”

“Probably not. He’s rock royalty. One of a kind.”

“Oh, yeah,” I chimed in. “One of a kind for sure. Pretty sure there’s never been another human being that could consume as many drugs as Ozzy did and still live to talk about it.”

Bill flashed an annoyed look in my direction, but he quickly returned his focus to Will. He slapped him on the back and grinned proudly. “I like this one, Mel. I think you should keep him around.”

Will winked at me, and I wanted to roll my eyes. If I weren’t careful, Will would end up spending more time with my parents than me. Fishing dates with Janet and concert tours with my dad. Yippee.

“All right,” I said and wrapped my hand around Will’s arm. “Consider the rock history lesson done for the evening. We’re going to head out before we miss our reservation.”

Will glanced down at me in confusion, and I whispered, “Just go with it.”