Page 20 of Doctor's Bossy Match
None other than our newest rising star, Dr.Regan Thomas.Yes,thatRegan Thomas, the hospital director’s daughter, an honors grad, and the subject of an increasing number of Harrison’s hallway glances.
So what’s the real story?
Is it a clashing of minds?Or hearts?
We’ve obtained a nurse’s statement suggesting the disagreement involved treatment decisions for a high-risk pediatric patient.But here’s where it gets juicy: apparently, Harrison has been seen scribbling in a leather-bound notebook during his breaks.Poems?Confessions?One source claims he murmured, “You're still seeing this like a puzzle to solve,” in a voice too soft for scolding.
Is he a secret romantic or a man on the edge?
Our favorite theory?Lover’s quarrel disguised as a medical debate.
Stay tuned.And keep those stethoscopes open.
Dr.Whisperer
What the hell is this?
I barely register the footsteps padding down the hallway until I hear him.
“Well, well,” Mason drawls behind me, dragging the words out like he’s savoring each one.“So that’s what all the brooding was about.”
I don’t turn around.I finish the paragraph first, jaw tight, shoulders locked.
“You know…” he continues, sidling up beside me like we’re just colleagues chatting between rounds and not two seconds away from a shouting match.“I always thought you were more of a by-the-book guy.But seducing the director’s daughter to win chief?Bold move.”
I whip my head toward him, annoyed.“I didn’t seduce anyone.”
Mason holds up both hands like I just threatened to punch him.“Hey, I’m not judging.Honestly, it’s smart.Hell of a shortcut.”
“You believe this crap?”
Smirking, he taps the screen with one finger.“You tell me.Heated exchange, soft voice, and a secret notebook.Sounds like something out of a romance novel.”
“I don’t have a notebook.It was a disagreement over a dosage.That’s it.”
My hands curl into fists at my sides.Mason knows exactly what he’s doing, making this sound worse than it is.Part of me wonders if he’s the one who fed this story to whoever wrote it.
“Oh, sure.Just a little...passionate disagreement.In front of staff.With the director’s very attractive daughter.”He clicks his tongue.“Not a good look, man.”
I’m one second from snapping something I’ll regret when—
“Harrison.My office.Now.”
Director Thomas.
Perfect timing.
Mason lets out a low whistle and grins.“Oof.Good luck with that.”
I shove my phone into my coat pocket, ignoring the heat in my neck, and head for the director’s office.
Notebook?Soft voice?
I’m going to kill whoever said that.
His office door clicks shut behind me.
He doesn’t sit.Arms crossed tightly across his chest, he starts pacing the floor.Dr.Thomas is usually composed.This version of him?Restless and wound tight is new.This isn’t about hospital gossip.No, this is personal.
