be Dr. Cory?”
“Yes. Call me Darren.” It was common courtesy with other doctors, regardless of how many legs their patients walked on. He was well aware doctors of the animal type had to earn their knowledge in just as arduous a fashion as he had, and their pay-off was far less than his would ever be.
“It’s good to meet you, and please, call me Veronica.” She reached her hand out to him, and he smirked as he shook her hand. It was seductive, and she responded with a blush to her cheeks. “So, Macy is going to be just fine. We induced vomiting with Apomorphine right after you dropped her off this morning, we gave her activated charcoal, and then we monitored her all day. She was quite the mess after vomiting dark chocolate—that’s what you get for having such a blonde dog.” She was twirling one of her own blonde locks between her fingers as she spoke—no doubt still flirting. “So, I had a kennel helper give her a bath, and she’s just clipping her nails right now.”
“Great. Anything I need to watch out for tonight when I get her home?”
“Not really. We’ve had a close eye on her all day, and she’s not showing any signs of theobromine poisoning, so I really don’t expect you’ll have any problems, but signs to look for would include hyperactivity, muscle twitching, and increased urination. We’d want to see her back if you start noticing any of those symptoms.” Darren nodded his head as he held the good doctor’s gaze. She bit down on her lower lip, her own seduction, and after studying him for a moment, she opened her mouth, closed it, chuckled quietly as her eyes flit away, and then zoned back in on him again. “I hope I’m not sounding too forward, but you don’t have a wedding band on, and I was just wondering if you’re seeing anyone.”
He smiled, and he shook his head slowly. He was toying with the anxious woman now. He had no idea the vet clinic could be so much fun, and as her cheeks turned rosy again, he chuckled.
“Maybe you’d like to go out sometime. Savoy might not be the most exciting place on the planet, but I’m sure we could have fun.” Seductive again. She was good at seductive. When the door opened moments later, he’d still not given her a response.
“Doctor, Macy’s ready.” His eyes flashed to the door that was opening behind the pretty doctor at the sound of that voice. That voice was not a voice he was capable of forgetting. She stepped through the door holding Macy’s leash in her hand, but the moment her gaze lifted to his, her eyes bulged, dropped to his feet, and then she took an inadvertent step back as though she were ready to run. She paused in the doorway. She must have known running wasn’t an option, even if it might be her gut reaction. Her brow flinched harshly, and she refused to look at him.
Darren’s own expression must have been harsh, given the shocked and concerned look on Veronica’s face. “Um . . . Bethany . . . or . . . I’m sorry. I just don’t recall your name. Uh . . . can you give Dr. Cory his dog, please?” Veronica sounded annoyed as she snapped at Bailey.
“Her name is Bailey.” He offered her name before he could help himself. He almost sounded as though he was defending her, but that was impossible. She didn’t deserve his defense. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t suddenly glaring at Veronica. Bailey walked toward him hesitantly. Her hand was still bandaged but not wrapped. It had only been two days since he’d been forced to endure her again, and he’d not stopped thinking about her the entire time.
She offered him Macy’s leash as his dumbfounded dog stood between them, drooling like an idiot. He reached out, taking the leash from her fingers. His own fingers brushed over hers gently, and she gasped. He just watched her, unable to figure out how the hell to react. He felt a bit crazy when he was around her, and he’d not shaken the crazy since seeing her two nights before.
“Do you two know one