Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Amy sucked in a breath and nodded. “Thank you so much.”
This is why I’d worked so hard for so many years. So I could help people like Amy and John. It was clear Amy had been thinking the worst when with just a few physio sessions, John would be much better.
“Will you do me a favor, Amy?” I asked. She shook her head enthusiastically. “Tummy time can really help issues like this. It’s ever so good for babies. I know he might not like it, but just keep trying. Try a few seconds every hour and build up. I’m going to have a health visitor pop in and visit you.” I was pretty sure I’d covered everything. I glanced at Jacob.
“Do you have any questions?” Jacob asked. I’d forgotten that bit.
Amy shook her head. “Just . . . thank you.”
“Okay, so we’ll call the physio but there might be a bit of a wait,” I said. “The nurses will keep you updated.”
Jacob swept out and Gilly and I followed.
“Good job, Dr. Scott,” he said as we headed back to the lifts.
“I see what you mean about it feeling good,” I said without thinking.
He shot me a smile and then pressed the lift.
“What felt good?” Gilly said.
Shit, why couldn’t I just have kept my mouth shut? “Just being able to reassure patients that it’s nothing serious. You remember Wanda talked about it on our second day?”
“Did she? I don’t remember,” Gilly said.
“Dr. Peters, you need to take a breath before you launch into something,” Jacob said. “Rely on your training and go through things logically. No need to skip ahead or you’ll miss something.”
“Yeah, first day nerves, I guess,” she replied.
“You’ll do better next time,” Jacob said.
The lift doors opened and the three of us stepped into the empty lift. No need to worry about falling into Jacob Cove’s hard, hot body.
Damn.
Fourteen
Sutton
Parker had gone above and beyond when it came to best friend duties over the last couple of months. Today was proof.
Hyde Park was my favorite park in London. There were just so many nooks and crannies to explore.
“It’s like you planned this weather,” I said as we found a spot overlooking the Serpentine.
“It’s glorious,” she said. We took either end of our picnic blanket and spread it out on the grass. “And yes, I got exactly what I ordered.”
We sat and she put her Fortnum’s canvas bag between her knees. “I’ve got all sorts of treats in here. I hope you don’t mind, but Tristan might join us later. He’s meeting someone for coffee but if he finishes up early, he’s going to head over.”
“Sounds good.” Tristan was a great third wheel with Parker and me. He could pretend he was watching Bravo when he was really on his phone like a champ. He was also really good at pouring wine and getting us chocolate out of their huge pantry.
“But first . . .” Parker pulled out a bottle of champagne.
“Are we celebrating?” I asked.
“Of course! Your first week as a proper doctor. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. It’s only been three weeks. We need to catch up. I want to hear everything. You seemed a bit disappointed in your messages during the first week. Is it better now that you’ve been out on the wards?”
This week had been good. Great even. I had survived being in close proximity to Jacob. Not that my attraction to him had dimmed at all. I couldn’t see a time when it would. Hopefully it would get easier and he’d become like the old Leonardo Di Caprio poster I’d had on my bedroom wall as a teenager—gorgeous but out of reach. If I could make it through life without Leo, I could do the same with Jacob, surely?
“The first week wasn’t bad. Just . . . lots of admin and the stress of being assigned to which doctor.”
“Any hot docs?” she asked.
I groaned and fell back onto the blanket. I hadn’t told Parker about Jacob. I’d been too busy focusing on not focusing on him, being angry because he wasn’t Beau, then being terrified I’d be assigned to pediatrics. It had all been a bit of a blur.
“Yeah, actually. But he’s strictly off-limits.”
“You’ve got to stop denying yourself hotness. It’s good to let loose a little. Tell me about Dr. Hot.”
“It’s a long story.”
“It is?” Her eyes widened and she swiveled to face me.
“You know the date with Beau.”
“Yeah. The one who was off to Africa. Or is in Africa by now. You never told me how that went other than a quick, ‘It was fine.’”
“It was a little more than fine,” I confessed. “It was like . . . the best date ever.” I closed my eyes and put my hands over my face. It was good to confess to someone—I felt like I’d been purged.