playboy, but she wasn’t sure about Rasheed. He’d been in a long-term relationship when he played basketball, but then the engagement was called off. It had been all over the tabloids and gossip websites that his girlfriend had cheated on him with his basketball rival from college and the NBA. That rumor may have been true, considering she was dating him and pregnant just a few months after leaving Rasheed. It was something he hadn’t mentioned, and Bria refused to ask him.
“Well, I’m taken, but if I wasn’t, I would just flip a coin. It wouldn’t even matter which brother. Both of them are simply dreamy.”
“If you say so. So how is your practice doing? I’m so happy for you.”
“Doing well. You know, Bria, the offer still stands. I’ve interviewed a few allergists, but none of them have your expertise in alternative medicine or your pleasant and upbeat personality when dealing with the patients.”
“Taylor, I’ve told you, I work for the family’s private practice.”
“But do you like practicing just traditional medicine? If you work for me, you can also offer alternative approaches. I know that’s where your heart is.”
Bria sighed and placed her half-eaten dinner on the coffee table. Her parents and all of her siblings owned Arrington Family Specialists. Cannon was a pediatrician and his twin sister, Raven, an obstetrician and gynecologist. Sean, the middle child, was a psychiatrist. Their mother, Darla, was a general doctor and their father, Francis, was a cardiologist and surgeon.
Her father had designed the practice so there were different specialties present. He had even tried to recruit Taylor at one point because she was an endocrinologist specializing in reproduction and infertility, but she had dreams of opening her own practice and had done so a year ago. Francis was happy that Shelbi had decided to make that her concentration during her upcoming residency.
“It’s not that easy. My dad wouldn’t be pleased at all.” Bria grabbed the plate and headed to the kitchen. She raked the food out into the sink and turned on the garbage disposal.
“What are you doing for your vacation coming up after New Year’s?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” Bria answered, glad for the change of conversation. As much as she would love to be able to include a naturopathic approach for her patients, she felt obligated to her family’s practice and was hoping to convince her father to let her incorporate it there freely instead of behind his back like she’d been doing. “I was thinking about going somewhere warm like south Florida. It’s so cold here in Memphis.”
“Why don’t you come here and check out my wellness center? You’ve been promising me for almost a year.”
“That sounds like a great idea, but I’m not making you any promises about joining your team.” Bria opened the refrigerator to see if she had enough cheese for a grilled cheese sandwich. She frowned. She had enough cheese but no butter.
“I understand,” Taylor said with a laugh. “So, dating anyone special?”
“Ha! Girl, no. I haven’t even thought about dating lately.” Okay, not entirely true. She’d been thinking about dating ever since she met Rasheed, but it just wouldn’t work between them even though he did kiss better than anyone else before him.
“Well, the men here are hot, handsome, and rich. As pretty as you are, you’ll have men chasing you all over Atlanta.”
“Girl, you’re so crazy! But I may need to find someone and fast. I’m getting tired of the drought.” Bria walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
“When was the last time you got you some?”
“Little over a year,” she sighed.
“Damn, that long? I can barely go two days. Why so long?”
“Well, after that jerk got some chick pregnant a few months before our wedding and had the audacity to still want to get married, I needed a break from sex or anything serious. Besides, I have a three-month