Page 9 of Doctor's Bossy Match
“You took my creamer, and now I have to train you for the next twelve months.”
She lifts her chin slightly, unfazed.“Right.But in my defense, I needed it.”
I stare at her.
She stares right back.
I inhale through clenched teeth and point down the hallway.“Lockers in the resident’s wing.Break rooms around the corner.Be on the ward in thirty.”
She gives me a smile, like this is all some kind of game.
And maybe it is.
But if she thinks she’s going to win… I’ve got news for her.
I head into the men’s locker room, needing a second to compose myself.
Mason saunters in like it’s his space, waving his phone in the air.
“Hot off the press,” he announces with a smug grin.“Looks like your protégé made headlines, Harrison.”
I frown.“Let me guess.Another conspiracy about budget cuts?”
“Oh no,” Mason says, opening his phone.“Much better.Listen to this…” He clears his throat dramatically.
Doctor’s Orders: A Thomas Family Affair?
Our new resident, Regan Thomas, is causing quite a stir, and not just with her clinical skills.
Is it just a coincidence that the daughter of Fraser Thomas landed here?Or did someone pull strings?
Some say she’s undercover for the hospital board.Others swear she’s secretly married to a senior staff member.
The most delicious theory?She’s got a handler.And not just any handler…
Dr.Brant Harrison himself.
Dr.Whisperer.
Mason finishes the article with a chuckle, shaking his head as he pockets his phone.“So, how long have you two been secretly married?”
I shoot him a look, already tired of this.“You’re kidding me.”
“You’ve gotta admit, it’s got a certain ring to it.Paging Dr.Daddy.” He grins.
I cross my arms and send him a glare.“You spend more time reading fake gossip than doing your rounds.”
“Hey, the people want answers.”Mason shrugs, totally unbothered.“And if I were the board, I’d definitely keep an eye on you two.”
I glance toward the hallway.“This place is insane.”
Mason leans in like he’s about to share a secret.“Just promise you’ll invite me to the wedding.”
“Sure,” Ethan, another doctor, says flatly, not even looking up from the chart in his hands.“You can be in charge of valet.”
I know Ethan’s just playing along with Mason’s joke, but it annoys me.This is exactly what I hate.Gossip, assumptions, everyone watching me.
Mason’s grin tightens, a little wounded.“See you, Doctor Daddy.”He spins on his heel and strolls off down the corridor to the exit, whistling a smug tune.
