Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Laila.
     
    The doctor seemed to have been awakened out of some trance as well, for he immediately bounded into action, crossing the room towards them and setting his clipboard down next to Laila. “My name is Doctor Allan Chase,” he introduced himself, extending his large hand to Jackie.
     
    Jackie's eyes went wide, for she was preoccupied by his scent; it was a heavenly mix of Calvin Klein and well, him. “Nice to meet you,” she muttered, mentally congratulating herself for being able to form true sentences.
     
    “What do we have here?” he asked as he turned his attention to Laila's knee.
     
    Jackie watched with eager eyes as he placed his gentle hands on either side of her leg, whispering little cooing sounds of comfort as slowly extended her leg. “Be careful,” Jackie hissed. Something about a man touching her daughter made her feel profoundly uncomfortable, even if he did look like a model.
     
    Much to her horror, he froze and looked up at her, his gaze practically splitting her in half. “Don't worry, I got this,” he replied in a mocking tone.
     
    Jackie cocked her head to the side, realizing he was one of those guys who knew exactly how attractive they were. Suddenly, she wasn't nervous anymore.  “She has a low pain tolerance.”
     
    Then, as if to punctuate this, Laila screamed out. “Ow! Stoppit!” she yelled as she shoved at him with her tiny hands.
     
    Jackie pursed her lips. “I told you,” she replied as she stroked Laila's head.
     
    Doctor Allan Chase blinked twice, but otherwise acted as if nothing had happened. “Well soon, there will be no pain at all,” he replied as he stood up, grabbed a small packet of medical “things” then sat back down in front of Laila. “From the look of this gash, I can bet she's going to need stitches.”
     
    Both Jackie and Laila shot him identical looks of horror as he continued to examine her knee.
     
    When neither one of them said anything in return, he looked up at the two of them. “Oh my God, that is adorable,” he breathed.
     
    Jackie shook herself out of that facial expression, glowering at him. “What are you talking about?”
     
    But then he smiled at her; he flashed her with those Colgate-white teeth, his eyes twinkling, marked with those cute little crow's feet, and Jackie felt as if she was right back at square one. “Nothing. It's just that the two of you gave me the same look just then.”
     
    “Oh,” Jackie replied. “Well, she's just a little afraid of needles penetrating her skin.” She didn't mean for it to come out as a retort, but she just could not help herself.
     
    He chuckled again, and it felt to Jackie as if she had made a serious accomplishment. “I can see that. Most people are. But what about you?”
     
    Jackie flinched. She had not expected him to ask about her. “Oh... I had stitches as a child,” she explained as he doused a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and pressed it against Laila's leg.
     
    A strange, subdued scream pressed its way out of Laila's mouth.
     
    “Aw... shhhh...” Allan murmured as he reached out and placed his free hand on her cheek. “Don't look at your leg. Just look at my face, okay?”
     
    She nodded, turning her earnest eyes right on him.
     
    “And if my face is too ugly, look somewhere else.”
     
    Both Jackie and Laila laughed at this half-joke. Jackie found it hilarious, not only that he was trying to make her daughter laugh, but that he assumed that it was possible for anyone to regard him as “ugly.”
     
    But he kept talking. “Try looking at your mother. I know you can't get tired of that face. It's absolutely gorgeous.”
     
    Jackie's heart stopped.
     
    “Ow!” another scream from her daughter brought her back down to earth. She reached out and held her hand in hers.
     
    “How shameless of you,” Jackie replied when she found her voice back.
     
    “What?” he asked as he smeared a topical anesthetic on the skin surrounding the wound.
     
    Jackie