Private Practice

by Samanthe Beck

  “Are you getting there?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Yes, I believe I am, finally. Josh makes an excellent guide. He keeps me on the right path.”

  “I’m glad,” Ellie said, meaning it. “Send me a postcard from happily ever after, because I don’t think I’m making the trip anytime soon.”

  Melody stood and strolled to the door. At the threshold, she turned and gave Ellie an odd look. “Something tells me you’re not as far away as you think.”

  Before Ellie could reply, the bell dinged from the waiting room, signaling the arrival of the next patient. She started to get up, but Melody stopped her. “Eat. I’ve got to get new insurance information and take care of the co-pay. Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here on time.”

  “Have I mentioned a raise lately?”

  Melody laughed as she walked away. “Yeah, you have.”

  Ellie bounced like a pinball between exam rooms all afternoon, seeing patients, writing prescriptions, updating charts…and yet somehow still found time to obsess over Tyler. Should she call him and try to explain herself, or stop by his place so they could speak face-to-face? What, exactly, should she say to him? When I asked you to teach me how to be wilder in bed, I wanted to turn myself into Roger’s fantasy woman. I never dreamed I’d end up falling in love with you. If the “I love you” part didn’t send him running for the hills, the “turn myself into Roger’s fantasy woman” would. God, Ellie, she scrubbed a hand over her tired eyes and stifled a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan. What the hell were you thinking?

  Certainly not that spending time with Tyler would be so easy, so effortless, and so addictive. She’d been physically attracted to him from the start, but his sexy smile and easy charm had distracted her from the strength of his character and the capacity of his heart. She hadn’t expected to find a friend, a confidant, a soul mate. She hadn’t expected to find love.

  The half hour spent driving to Lexington to check on Frank brought her no closer to figuring out how to explain herself. Their visit offered no chance to sort through her muddled thoughts because Frank spent the entire time complaining about lousy hospital food and bloodsucking nurses. But hey, at least they were talking.

  While she was there, Sharon stopped by with a get well soon gift—a diabetic cookbook. Sharon and Frank sat together on the bed, leafing through the book. Frank insisted every entrée looked “like crap,” but Sharon kept at him, and before long, had him talked him into trying one with her as soon as his hospital stay ended. Ellie said goodbye and headed out. Her dad was in good hands, and she had her own issues to tackle, starting with the screwed-up mess of her love life.

  She rehearsed what to say to Tyler on the drive home. First off, she owed him an explanation as to why she’d been kissing Roger yesterday evening. That was a relatively easy conversation, compared to the thornier things she had to confess. Maybe Tyler didn’t care—they never discussed exclusivity, after all—but it mattered to her. She wanted him to know the whole truth. He deserved to know the truth, including her real motive for seeking sexual experience, no matter how sadly misguided she’d been. Hand-in-hand with the explanation about Roger, she owed him an apology for manipulating him into helping her with such a crass, calculated pursuit. Once she got all that out on the table, the chance he’d believe she’d developed genuine feelings for him, or was even capable of genuine feelings, seemed remote. Hi, I spent the last few weeks using you to help me win another man’s heart, but now I realize I don’t love him—I love you. He’d probably crack a rib laughing at her.

  She parked her car in the driveway and headed to her front door, still deep in thought, and drew up short when she saw Tyler sitting on her porch steps. For a second, she simply drank in the sight of him while her heart skipped around in her chest. Belatedly, she noticed his truck parked in her driveway, between the house and the garage.

  “Tyler…what are you doing here?”

  He slowly got to his feet, eyes never leaving her face. “How’s your dad?”

  “How did you know—?”

  “It’s a small town. Word travels.”

  Clearly, it did. Was that why he’d come? To ask about Frank? She approached the porch, trying without much success to get a read on his mood. As usual he exuded calm and his expression gave nothing away.

  “Frank’s okay. Mismanaging his diabetes landed him in the ER, but if there’s a bright side to a night in the hospital, he seems to be taking his disease seriously. Also, he joined AA.”

  Her voice held steady, but her heartbeat refused to normalize. The weight of everything she wanted to say threatened to crush her.

  “Good. I hope he follows through.”

  “Me, too.” Holding his clear, steady gaze, she found herself diving clumsily into an unrehearsed topic. “He told me about the ‘options’ you gave him.”

  Those green eyes flashed. “I’m not going to apologize for stepping in.”

  “I’m not asking you to. I’ve been trying to convince him to stop drinking for years and never made any headway. You succeeded in getting him to meetings with a single conversation. Obviously—” She swallowed and concentrated on unlocking her door because tears stung her eyes. “Obviously, I should have asked for help a long time ago.”

  He placed a hand on her arm. “I had the right hammer at the right time, that’s all, and I don’t mean threatening to have him arrested. What really shook him was thinking I might actually convince you to cut him loose if he didn’t get himself together. He wants you in his life, even if his pride won’t allow him to say the words.”

  Twenty-four hours ago, she would have argued to the contrary, but after her father’s apology last night, and his statements about making amends, she had to admit he seemed to be trying to repair their relationship. Not sure she could speak to say thank-you, she nodded and motioned for him to come inside. He picked up his computer bag from the porch step and followed her.

  “Speaking of asking for help, you could have called me to drive to Lexington with you last night. I guess I haven’t made this clear, but I’m here for you as more than just some sex tutor. You don’t have to do everything by yourself.”

  She nodded and turned to face him. This side of him no longer surprised her. He stood up for people, supported his friends. “The call came so suddenly, I honestly didn’t think about contacting anyone. Besides, you had the meeting with the bank to prepare for. I hope it went well.”

  “The meeting went fine. Junior dazzled them and we got the loan.”

  She grasped his hands before she could stop herself. “Congratulations. I know what this meant to you, and I’m glad they made the right decision.” But now it occurred to her that he might be on her doorstep for reasons other than Frank, and she forced herself to loosen her grip on him. “I guess…I guess you’re going to be pretty busy now, adding the Browning project to your slate.”

  “I am,” he agreed. “Along with the Browning rehab, another priority arose—something I hadn’t planned on and never saw coming. It requires I shift my focus immediately.”

  A lump wanted to form in her throat. She swallowed hard and nodded. She knew what was coming. Expected it. “I completely understand if you need to bow out of our last lesson.”

  Tyler gave her a small grin. “I was hoping you’d let the last one slide. There’s nothing I can teach you anyway. You drive a man to his knees just fine as is. And, like I said, I’ve got this new priority.”

  His words pulled a strangled laugh from her. The only man she cared to drive to his knees stood before her, about to finalize his escape. “You went above and beyond the terms of our deal—one I never should have forced on you in the first place. I leveraged your loyalty to a friend for my own benefit, not to mention completely abused the doctor-patient relationship. I’m so sorry.” On an uneven breath, she raised her eyes to his and added, “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

  “Shoot, Doc. You’re making things awkward for me. I was kinda planning to tu
rn the tables and ask for your help with something.” His smile stayed in place, but his eyes went dark and serious.

  She twisted her fingers together. “Anything, but what could I possibly help you with?”

  “This new priority I mentioned involves my heart. I could really benefit from your expertise. I hoped to convince you to give me five lessons.”

  Air rushed from her lungs. Oh, God, a cardiac problem. Without conscious thought, she flattened her hand over his chest, her palm unerringly finding the steady, measured drum of his heart. He felt so strong, so vital. “What’s the matter with your heart?” The question tumbled out in a harsh whisper.

  “It’s a little hard to explain, and I wasn’t sure exactly what help I’d need, so I took a cue from someone I know who recently found herself in a similar situation. I consulted the experts.” Before she could ask which specialists he’d seen, he reached into his computer bag and pulled out a book with five little green flags sticking neatly from the side, marking chapters. “Here,” he handed the volume to her.

  She turned the book over in her hand and glanced down at the cover, not really absorbing the words, then looked back at him. “Whatever diagnosis you’ve received, we can…” Wait, what was the book’s title? She looked down again. A Hundred and One Ways to Make Her Love You Forever. “I don’t understand.”

  “Simple, Doc. When you wanted to learn how to drive a man to his knees, you got yourself a book and a tutor. I need to figure out how to win a certain girl’s heart and make her love me forever, and I want you to coach me. In fact, I consider your participation essential.”

  Her heart turned to lead and dropped straight into her stomach. She deserved this, undoubtedly, and silently congratulated fate or karma or whatever on the painfully ironic payback. So much for convincing Tyler she loved him. During the weeks she’d wasted ignoring and subjugating her feelings for him, he’d gone and fallen for someone else. Unfortunately, all the cosmic justice in the universe wouldn’t help her pull off his request. No way.

  Blindly, she thrust the book at him. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Ask someone else. I know I said I’d do anything you needed, but when you said you had a problem with your heart, I thought you meant a health problem.” She stared at the buttons on his white shirt and took a moment to get herself under control before adding, “Besides, you don’t need any help winning hearts. Any girl would be lucky to have yours.”

  He tipped her chin until she met his gaze. The corner of his mouth crooked into a half-smile. “Apparently not. I’ve been trying to win yours for a while now and I don’t seem to be getting the job done.”

  Her brain refused to cooperate with her vocal chords. He simply smiled down at her, patiently.

  “Mine?” she finally whispered.

  “Yeah, yours. So, you see…” He placed the book on her entryway table and caught her wrists, pulling her in close. “It doesn’t make much sense for me to practice with anyone else.”

  Joy surged through her and swept her anxiety and uncertainty away. She hugged him tight, reveling in the feel of his arms around her, the warmth of his chest under her cheek. When she pulled back, she looked him in the eye.

  “You’re right, it doesn’t. Especially since you don’t need any practice at all. You already have my heart—probably have since the first night you showed up here with lipstick on your shirt and a bullet in your butt. But I was too fixated on my stupid plan for happily ever after to see the truth right in front of me. You’re the man I want. The man I love. You’re my happily ever—”

  He cut her off with a kiss that made chapter 2 of the Wild Woman guide seem as exciting as a handshake. When her vision went gray at the edges and her head spun—either from the effects of the kiss or the need for oxygen—he lifted his head.

  “I love you, Ellie. I know I’m not the upstanding Prince Charming you always dreamed of—”

  “The thing about Prince Charming is, he doesn’t exist. He’s a fantasy for little girls.” Now she lost her battle with the tears. They welled and flowed, and probably tracked mascara down her face, but she really didn’t care because what she wanted to say was way more important. “You’re the real thing—a grown woman’s fantasy—sexy, unpredictable, a little bit of a bad boy, but decent to the core. You’re everything I want. You’re everything I need. I’ve outgrown fairy tales.”

  Tyler hauled her up against him and cocked one dark eyebrow. “What about the Wild Woman guide? You outgrown that, too?”

  “Um, I don’t know. Why?” The question ended in a squeal when he swept her into his arms and strode down the hall toward her bedroom.

  “We never knocked out chapter 9. I believe I mentioned it’s one of my personal favorites.”

  She gave him her best seductive smolder, despite the fact that between the tears and the mascara she probably looked like a raccoon. “Does it drive you to your knees?”

  “You drive me to my knees. Always will.”

  He dropped her on the bed and kissed her again. “I’m planning to spend the rest of my life proving it to you,” he said against her lips.

  She laughed and pulled him down to her. “Start now.”

  Acknowledgments

  You only get to be a debut author once. It’s kind of like losing your virginity, but with slightly less tequila, and a lot more people. Bear with me, because I want to thank everyone who made “my first time” such an amazing, thrilling experience (the book, I mean). Big, sloppy thank-you kisses to…

  My husband for not calling a lawyer or a psychiatrist when I told him I wanted to quit my job and become a writer.

  My little guy for introducing me to the joys of motherhood…and Lunchables.

  Sheila Tenold for reading a scary-rough draft of this story and saying, “Go for it!”

  The lovely Maggie Kelley for constant, genuine positivity I could only hope to emulate through the use of highly controlled substances.

  To my writing mentor, Lynne Marshall, and my fellow Entangled authors Robin Bielman and Hayson Manning, for preparing me in ways I didn’t even realize for the next part of the writing journey.

  Cari Quinn, for 1) being Cari Quinn; and 2) the nice stuff you said on the cover.

  Indefatigable Sue Winegardner…all-night reader, speed-editor, logic-checker, REALITY checker.

  Heather Howland, for saying “Yes!”; for telling me what questions to ask, and then answering them; and, oh yeah, for a cover straight out of my wildest dreams. It’s like you’re in my head—sorry about that.

  And, last but never least, to Mom.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Acknowledgments