Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Tasha Jones
watched Laila get much calmer after the skin had numbed. “I can't believe you would use my kid to hit on me,” she teased.
He shrugged as he picked up the needle and began his work. “Well your kid needs to be rescued, so of course I have to attend to her. And I'm afraid you'll run out of here the first chance you get, so I'm just trying to make good use of my time.”
Jackie furrowed her brow. It was just so painfully introspective. “What makes you think I'm the running type?” she replied.
He shrugged. “I can just tell that you don't trust me,” he replied.
Jackie flinched. He wasn't wrong. “Well, I don't know you.”
“Oh come on,” he murmured as his full attention was still on Laila's leg. “I'm a doctor.”
Jackie raised an eyebrow. “That's not you who are. It's what you do.”
Although he did not look at her, his lips folded into a crooked smile. “Profound.” Unluckily for him, he had worked his way through the entire wound in less than five minutes. After going over it one last time with rubbing alcohol, he covered it with a bandage. “And what do you do?” he asked, sitting back away from Laila, who just sat there examining her leg like it was a foreign object.
“I'm a painter,” she replied because somehow, it felt strange revealing to the doctor that she had completely failed at getting a job after college and now had resorted to big smiles and heavy tips for survival.
He raised an eyebrow. “That's interesting...”
“Momma, I'm hungry.” Laila tugged on Jackie's t-shirt, demanding her attention.
Jackie nodded although she couldn't deny the fact that she was a little disappointed to go. “Okay. Are we done here?” she asked the doctor.
He nodded, standing up to reach her level. “Just change the bandage every night. And, if she starts feeling feverish, give me a call,” he replied.
Jackie nodded and lifted Laila off of the examination table. She ushered her towards the door. It wasn't until she had her fingers wrapped around the doorknob that the doctor cleared his throat. She looked at him, a small part of her glad that she didn't have to leave him just yet.
“Or, you could just give me a call, if she doesn't...”
A part of Jackie wanted to nod eagerly, flirtatiously flip her hair and assure him she would, but an even bigger part of her couldn't bring herself to do that. Instead she lifted her lips into a smirk and replied with, “I don't think so. You see, because if I was to call you, then we'd talk, and you'd get to know me, and I'd get to know you, and that's a little much for a skinned knee... don't you think?”
Jackie and Laila had crossed the threshold and reached the end of the hall before he could even hope to respond.
Chapter Five
Jackie stood on her roof, three feet away from the canvas she had started the day Laila got hurt. After a couple more strokes of red and orange to balance out the blue, she was at a complete loss for what to do next. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, staring as hard as she could at the thing in front of her, but instead of some heart-stopping, gut-wrenching inspiration, she saw Doctor Allan Chase's face. It appeared right in the canvas, as if it was yelling at her, begging to be painted. She scoffed, stepping even farther away from it. It had been almost forty-eight hours and she still couldn't stop thinking about the man. She found herself obsessed with someone, literally for the first time since college.
“Momma! Momma! Look what I did!”
Jackie turned around to find Laila sitting at the small fold-up table they had picked out together for the first and last time they went to Coney Island, finger painting her own little masterpiece. A smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she picked up the wet piece of baby-canvas and examined it in the Saturday afternoon light. She had
He shrugged as he picked up the needle and began his work. “Well your kid needs to be rescued, so of course I have to attend to her. And I'm afraid you'll run out of here the first chance you get, so I'm just trying to make good use of my time.”
Jackie furrowed her brow. It was just so painfully introspective. “What makes you think I'm the running type?” she replied.
He shrugged. “I can just tell that you don't trust me,” he replied.
Jackie flinched. He wasn't wrong. “Well, I don't know you.”
“Oh come on,” he murmured as his full attention was still on Laila's leg. “I'm a doctor.”
Jackie raised an eyebrow. “That's not you who are. It's what you do.”
Although he did not look at her, his lips folded into a crooked smile. “Profound.” Unluckily for him, he had worked his way through the entire wound in less than five minutes. After going over it one last time with rubbing alcohol, he covered it with a bandage. “And what do you do?” he asked, sitting back away from Laila, who just sat there examining her leg like it was a foreign object.
“I'm a painter,” she replied because somehow, it felt strange revealing to the doctor that she had completely failed at getting a job after college and now had resorted to big smiles and heavy tips for survival.
He raised an eyebrow. “That's interesting...”
“Momma, I'm hungry.” Laila tugged on Jackie's t-shirt, demanding her attention.
Jackie nodded although she couldn't deny the fact that she was a little disappointed to go. “Okay. Are we done here?” she asked the doctor.
He nodded, standing up to reach her level. “Just change the bandage every night. And, if she starts feeling feverish, give me a call,” he replied.
Jackie nodded and lifted Laila off of the examination table. She ushered her towards the door. It wasn't until she had her fingers wrapped around the doorknob that the doctor cleared his throat. She looked at him, a small part of her glad that she didn't have to leave him just yet.
“Or, you could just give me a call, if she doesn't...”
A part of Jackie wanted to nod eagerly, flirtatiously flip her hair and assure him she would, but an even bigger part of her couldn't bring herself to do that. Instead she lifted her lips into a smirk and replied with, “I don't think so. You see, because if I was to call you, then we'd talk, and you'd get to know me, and I'd get to know you, and that's a little much for a skinned knee... don't you think?”
Jackie and Laila had crossed the threshold and reached the end of the hall before he could even hope to respond.
Chapter Five
Jackie stood on her roof, three feet away from the canvas she had started the day Laila got hurt. After a couple more strokes of red and orange to balance out the blue, she was at a complete loss for what to do next. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, staring as hard as she could at the thing in front of her, but instead of some heart-stopping, gut-wrenching inspiration, she saw Doctor Allan Chase's face. It appeared right in the canvas, as if it was yelling at her, begging to be painted. She scoffed, stepping even farther away from it. It had been almost forty-eight hours and she still couldn't stop thinking about the man. She found herself obsessed with someone, literally for the first time since college.
“Momma! Momma! Look what I did!”
Jackie turned around to find Laila sitting at the small fold-up table they had picked out together for the first and last time they went to Coney Island, finger painting her own little masterpiece. A smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she picked up the wet piece of baby-canvas and examined it in the Saturday afternoon light. She had
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