The Doctor Who Has No Closure - Victoria Quinn Page 0,20
me, sitting back in his chair and giving me his attention with his fingers wrapped around his bottle. His brown eyes were so bright and beautiful when he was close to me, showing all of his charm and intellect. “Here we are, sitting in a bar, talking about work. Tell me about you. How are you? I feel like all we ever talk about is me.”
“Well, you’re a lot more interesting.”
He gave a scoff before he took a drink. “Come on, that’s not true.”
“I’m not a heart surgeon.”
“That’s what I do for a living—not my identity. Take that away, and I honestly have nothing left. I don’t have any hobbies, other than working out and getting laid.”
I instantly pictured him on top of me, naked, the deep V leading to a big-ass cock that he would pound into me until I came. The smell of his body wash and cologne intensified with the sweat and activity, and he crushed his lips against mine to stifle his moan as he slid inside me. “Whoa…” I mumbled under my breath.
“Whoa, what?”
I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud. I chose to bypass the awkward moment that just happened. “Nothing’s new with me. I’ve just been working a lot—as you know.”
He chuckled. “Maybe we do need to hire another assistant so you can have some time off.”
“It’s something to look into, but that would be hard for me.”
“Hard how?”
I shrugged. “I would have a hard time trusting someone to take care of you when I’m not around. It’s almost possessive, it’s weird.”
He gave me that handsome smile like I’d just paid him quite the compliment. “That’s cute.”
“But maybe we can look into it. Maybe your mom has someone she can recommend.”
“She already lost you, and that was a huge blow to their team. No way in hell she’s gonna give up someone else—even for me.” He placed his palm over his hard chest and gave a gentle rub, moving the cotton of his shirt, outlining his hardness a bit. Sometimes when he was in his scrubs, there was a deep V in the front, and I could catch the lines of his pecs and his hard stomach when he bent down over the desk in front of me. “So, has Vince left you alone?”
I was surprised he remembered his name. “He came by my apartment about a month ago, told me he left his wife and moved to New York.”
His good mood immediately fell, and he gave a subtle shake of his head.
“Yeah.”
“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
I released a laugh at his sarcasm because it really was so stupid.
“That’s what every woman wants, for their cheating boyfriend to leave his wife for her. What’s a stronger symbol of love than infidelity and then abandonment?” He grabbed his beer and took a drink, his eyes shifting back to the door in search of his sister.
“I know, right? I told him to leave me alone and never bother me again. I hope he takes that request seriously.”
“If he doesn’t, let me know. I can rip out his empty heart and transplant it into someone who deserves it.”
“Have you…have you ever done a transplant?”
He turned back to me, his eyes turning a little smug. “Here and there.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“They aren’t that common. And it’s a different situation. Those patients are on a wait list, and when a donor comes into the hospital, it happens without much notice. Doctors are usually on call for something like that. It’s like when a woman is having a baby, her doctor is on call, but if he’s unable to deliver the baby, one of the alternates he selects will attend to it.”
“Will you be on call for that?”
He shrugged. “If a patient comes in and we determine they need a heart transplant, I can put them on the waiting list, and they can request I do the surgery in the event that happens. But we’re talking about so much uncertainty here that it will probably never happen.”
“Is that operation a lot trickier than what you usually do?”
“Most definitely.” He grabbed a fry from the basket and took a few bites until it was gone. “When it comes to operations, it’s all about the heart. If the heart is happy, if it’s comfortable. To take a heart from another person and place it in a new body… They can be perfectly compatible, but the heart may still be unhappy. Sometimes, it happens. That’s where the scientific predictability