by Grady, D. R.
She had misspelled Fields, which was very much like her. Damon couldn’t control the sad, reminiscent smile that twisted his lips. Brilliant at inventing recipes, but Emmy could never remember what she’d done with her keys. She had earned a 3.9 grade point average in chemistry but couldn’t remember if she had cheated on him.
Damon started to realize he didn’t care. She obviously hadn’t done it on purpose. Not if she couldn’t remember. And she wasn’t a liar. If Emmy couldn’t recount that time, then she must honestly not have any memory of the occasion. But how could that be? Maybe she didn’t want to remember.
Too bad he didn’t know how to even begin to approach her to talk about what happened. When they did meet, they acted like strangers. Hesitancy and awkwardness were the direct result of their meetings. Like those sweet years of marriage had never happened. How he wanted those precious years back.
He scowled. What was he thinking? She had signed the papers. All he needed to do was add his signature and give them to Jon. Then he and Emmy would be divorced.
Divorce was such an ugly word. One that left a bad taste in his mouth. Or was the awful feeling because his wife was about to divorce him for a crime they weren’t certain she’d even committed?
-Coming Soon-
The Nerd’s Pocket Pets
Book 4 – The Morrison Family Series
Shelby Conroy has always had this thing for Mr. Clean and now she’s met his look-a-like. Sam Welby is an oncology pediatrician, former Navy SEAL, and all around yummy man. Except she’s supposed to be working for him, not drooling over him. Sam has managed to fight his attraction to Shelby so far, but he’s a little confused as to why her lab coat pockets wriggle.
The Nerd’s Pocket Pets
By D.R. Grady
Chapter 1
She’d always had a thing for Mr. Clean. Now here he was in the flesh – tall, muscular, bald, with bright blue, laughing eyes, no earring, but a yummy smile. And he’s a pediatrician, too, her subconscious reminded her. Sigh.
Could this man be any more perfect?
Of course not. But then, she didn’t know him either. She was only here for an interview. Interview. Oh, yeah, right. Perhaps she ought to be concentrating on acquiring the job first. Then she could drool all over him, later.
By then maybe she would be working with Dr. Sam Welby all day long. Maybe even all night long. Oh no. What if she tripped and landed on her face? What if she threw up on him? Better yet, what if she proved to be a total freak by passing out at his feet?
Hoping she hadn’t gone ten shades of pale, Shelby Conway gulped in a breath and tried desperately to concentrate on the question he just asked her. Which was not, “Will you marry me?”
“What are your career goals?” Yes, that’s what he asked.
“My career goals are to remain in a position, with a top pediatrician for at least the next five years, if not longer. I’d like to further my understanding and knowledge by attending seminars and taking classes in the field as they become available in addition to keeping up to date with various medical journals.
“I plan to aid my patients, and improve their comfort. I intend to hone my skills to be the best I can be in the field of pediatric oncology.” There, that came from her heart, right? She told him everything he needed to determine if she was the best candidate. She hadn’t mentioned any fantasies about him, please?
Oh, goodness, please let her ease through this interview without falling at his feet and begging him to take her on. Please let her show professionalism and speak with aplomb. Please let her not slip on her drool.
Shelby wasn’t certain who she directed these pleas to, herself or a higher power, but she pleaded nonetheless. She didn’t necessarily need this job, since she already had one, but she did want to move to this area. And having a hot boss like Sam Welby to look at all day, every day, sounded very good to her.
“I see you’ve worked at two different clinics, which means you’ve assisted...” he began, and peered at her resume.
“Seven doctors, total,” she finished.
He nodded and glanced at another sheet. “Tell me about that.” He poised his pen over a paper on his desk and Shelby swallowed. Get your mind back to this interview. Don’t think about his hands.
“I worked the most with Dr. Sinclair, at Saint Jude’s Hospital. She’s renowned in pediatric care...” and Shelby launched into a fairly extensive explanation. She was proud that she also had lab experience and could relate that to her work. As she spoke, she was happy her mind remained on her professional experience. She relaxed, because she did love her job.
His hand fairly flew over the paper in front of him, and he nodded his head at several key places. Those bright blue eyes glowed with intelligence and cunning. He broke in a few times to ask some excellent questions, and Shelby fought not to melt. She could see how much he cared about his work. She admired that in a man.
Of course, admiring everything about Sam Welby could be a problem. She had enough going on in her chaotic life, but did that stop her from adding a sexy boss to her schedule? Apparently not. No one could accuse her of being a wimp. Snickering at her own stupidity, she yanked herself back to the interview.
“Saint Jude’s Hospital is a premier hospital. Why do you want to leave there?”
She had hoped he wouldn’t ask that question, but of course, being thorough, he would. Resisting the urge to sigh, she answered with as much diplomacy as possible. “I’m leaving for family reasons.”
This wasn’t a lie. She would have remained at St. Jude’s if not for a progressive medical problem. And the advice of a trusted doctor in Atlanta who encouraged her to find her birth family. Not something she wanted to do, but alas, she must thrive on difficulty.
“Family reasons?” His brow pleated.
“Family reasons,” she reiterated, not willing to spill her guts to this very hot man. No way. She would far rather drool on him. Swallowing the extra moisture in her mouth reminded her that was indeed a possibility.
Fortunately, he dropped the subject and moved on to the next question. Shelby responded, and hope bubbled when at the end, he outlined what the job entailed.
Genuinely interested, she interrupted to ask a few questions and was surprised at the admiration she saw in his eyes. Wow, had she managed to impress the hottie?
Whew, go, her.
Shelby wrote fast, trying her hardest to record most of what he said. She needed to review this information later since her hormones had her bedazzled. Or his hormones. Someone was to blame for her inability to concentrate, and Shelby suspected it was him. Never in her thirty years had she encountered this problem before. Definitely him.
From time to time she nodded and attempted to look intelligent. Shouldn’t appearing smart impress a prospective employer? Yes – one of her professors had said so.
“Do you have any more questions for me?”
Quickly, Shelby quelled the urge to blurt, “Will you marry me?” and instead, flipped her notepad to her questions section. She had managed to ask a few of them during the interview, but had a few more. Relieved that she at least had the foresight to jot down some questions before the interview, since her brain was working on lust rather than employment, she asked them in succession and was impressed by his answers.
Shelby watched him draw a quick star beside her name and her heart jumped. Oh my. What if he hired her? Would she be able to work with her hormones in a feeding frenzy like this?
Who cared?
Oh, yes, all of her patients. They’d probably care if her mind wasn’t on her work. Them – then.
He smiled at her as he rose to his feet. Shelby stood too and took the hand he offered. Blinking, hoping she didn’t look as dazzled as she felt, she enjoyed the handshake. What nice hands you have, doctor.
“Give us about a week to make our selection.” He smiled at her again, and her heart jumped.
“That’s fine.” So long as I’m the candidate you chose. “I look forward to h
earing from you.” And how. Oh, but I am glad you can’t read thoughts, or you’d probably think I’m insane, Shelby thought as she strolled past him to the hall.
Of course, that’s why she was here, in Pennsylvania, applying for this job.
Because she needed to know if insanity, among other things, ran in the family.
