Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Her smile turns molten. “Absolutely. I’ll call you if anything changes, but otherwise, just come by whenever you’re off. He’ll be thrilled to see you.”
Fuck. She could’ve said, “jump off a bridge,” and I’d probably do it if she smiled at me like that.
I nod, trying not to stare at the faint freckles dusting her cheeks or the way her white coat stretches around her tits. “Thanks, Dr. Berg. Appreciate you coming in early.”
Her hand squeezes my bicep, and I almost groan. It’s a normal, friendly touch. Not sexual. Only my brain is spinning out filthy fantasies so fast I nearly black out.
“Anytime,” she murmurs, her thumb stroking my arm like it’s nothing. Like she doesn’t realize she’s basically giving me a hand job through my sleeve.
Pork sighs dramatically and snorts against my chest, interrupting the moment. Dr. Berg laughs under her breath. The sound is so damn pretty I almost forget I’m supposed to be worried about Beans, not fantasizing about bending my girl over the nearest steel exam table.
“Is he always like this?” she teases, eyes dancing as she gestures to the sausage dog doing an Oscar-worthy performance of Most Abused Wiener Dog on the Planet.
I tighten my hold on Pork’s soft belly, and the little bastard licks my chin, completely betraying how spoiled he is. “He’s a drama queen,” I groan, dragging my free hand over my face. “Beans is the brains; Pork is the brawn. Together, they keep me on my toes.”
She laughs again, this time with her entire, curvy body. “You’re adorable, Beckett.” The way she’s looking at me… fuck, I could drown in those eyes. I shift on the plastic chair, trying to adjust myself without looking like a pervert.
My phone buzzes, interrupting the moment. The fire station. Probably a minor crisis. I groan. Because, of course. The fucking universe couldn’t let me bask in blue-eyed, redheaded glory for more than thirty seconds without shoving work up my ass.
Dr. Berg’s lips twitch. “Do you need to get that?”
I want to tell her no, I want to turn off my goddamn phone and stay here with her, but I can’t ignore my job. I thumb the screen. “Hot,” I bark, trying to sound like a man with his shit together and not a lovesick idiot in a vet’s office.
It’s Jesse, my second in command at the firehouse. “Sorry to bug you, but the new guy tried to cook some fancy ass breakfast casserole and things went bad.”
Are you fucking kidding me? I pinch the bridge of my nose and count to ten so I don’t shout obscenities with my soulmate listening on. “I’m on my way.”
Goddammit.
Dr. Berg’s mouth twitches, like she knows exactly how much I want to punch my own face for leaving. “Duty calls, huh?”
I can’t look away from those eyes. “Yeah. I’ll come by later.” Fuck. I sound like a loser with a crush, and I absolutely am.
She bites her lip, and I almost choke on a groan. “I’ll take good care of him. You take care of yourself, Beckett.”
Jesus. I’d rather have her take care of me. Preferably naked, and preferably with those soft hands wrapped around my cock.
I scoop Pork into my arms and march out like I have my shit together, but the second the door swings shut behind me, I’m two seconds from losing it. She’s perfect. She’s deadly. She’s so far out of my league. My only hope is to wear her down until she agrees to marry me.
Now, I have to drop Pork off at my parents’ house and somehow manage to get out of there without my mother realizing she was right about the gorgeous new vet. Fuck my life.
CHAPTER TWO
ELSIE
I nudge open the door to the animal observation ward, mentally bracing myself for a repeat of this morning’s tragic piglet opera. Instead, I get… nasally snoring. Beans is flat on his side, deeply, gloriously asleep, his little piggy legs twitching. Is he… dream-galloping? I log his vitals—normal, again. Temperature? Normal. I’m pretty sure the little stinker pulled a fast one this morning. I roll my eyes and head back to my office to wait until Beans’ smoking hot owner comes back. I’m in so much trouble here.
I’m not even pretending I’m supposed to get work done with Beckett’s handsome face haunting my brain. His muscular arms. His killer shoulders. That look he gave me like he was two seconds away from bending me over the exam table and making me forget my own freaking name.
I jam my elbows on my desk and tuck my face in my hands, groaning like a lovesick sixteen-year-old. Jesus. I just spent twenty minutes thinking about the hottie instead of writing up Beans’ chart. I’m a disaster today. Every time the phone rings, my heart leaps straight into my throat like a caffeinated squirrel. Hanna peeks her head in, grinning like she knows every dirty thought in my head. “It’s Mr. Hot again,” she whispers, voice full of pure evil glee. The fact that she calls him Mr. Hot isn’t helping.