Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
the phone, and then immediately assume that she was one of those ill-adjusted, overworked, single mothers who didn't know how to take care of their children.
But luckily, she didn't have to wait long. He took in a sharp breath and responded with, “Okay, fine. I'll just have to deal with finding someone to cover your shift myself,” he snapped.
Those words were like an annoying slap in the face. Once again, for the millionth time, she found herself wondering how the hell he managed to absolve himself of all forms of human empathy. Didn't he ever just need someone to throw him a bone? She opened her mouth to utter a backhanded, 'thank you,’ but he hung up before she could manage to get anything out.
She furrowed her brow at the terrible cut on Laila's knee, realizing it was probably going to leave a scar for the rest of her life, and, for the rest of her life, she was going to be reminded, on a daily basis, of that time when her mother epically failed her.
One low moan jerked Jackie out of her self-deprecating thoughts and reminded her that she had someone else to comfort. “Momma, it hurts,” she whined.
“I know, I know, baby,” Jackie replied as she took each of Laila's little hands in hers and lifted them to her lips. She planted a little kiss on them, and then stood up, patting the top of her head and leaning it against her belly. Things felt so much more controlled in that little examination room. Jackie could pretend that she didn't just drop her child in front of the whole neighborhood and give up an entire night's salary all in one afternoon. But as soon as she let her exhausted eyes close, the image of her daughter standing with nothing between her and the car racing towards her made her heart race all over again.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying so hard to forget that anything had ever happened, that she didn't even realize that anyone had come in until:
“Mrs. Brown?”
The voice slithered through the small room and reached Jackie's ears in an instant. Just in the split second it took for her to open her eyes and turn around, her mind processed that smooth, husky voice and she decided in the next instant that she was thoroughly and irrevocably attracted to him. “It’s Jacquelyn,” she replied as she let go of Laila's head and turned to face him.
The man looked like he had just walked out of a Burberry advertisement. He was tall, at least 6'6, and, aside from that, had a muscular build that told her he worked out a lot. His eyes were deep-set and an icy-blue color, his gaze freezing everything that it touched. Although it was barely March, his even tan suggested that he spent a considerable amount of time outside. Jackie just stood there, one hand on her daughter's head and one hand hanging stupidly by her side while he scanned her with those invasive eyes of his. That stare pierced her from head to toe, unzipping her like a body bag.
As she stood there, she quite literally felt like he could see right through her. “Jacquelyn,” he replied, before glancing down at the clipboard he held in his hand.
Jackie released a short sigh. When he said her name, it sounded brand new. She knew something else was expected of her, that she was expected to say or do something to move the moment along, but she felt completely helpless. Her feet were rooted to the spot; her mind had completely given up on her and her heart pounded in her ears. “Jackie,” she added. “Everyone calls me Jackie, actually.” But even as she said those last words, she could feel how stupid they were as they left her lips.
He chuckled, the sound hanging in the air around her and lifting her nervous heart.
However, before she could hope to redeem herself, a whimper joined his laugh in the subdued atmosphere around them. The sound of her daughter's pain was the only thing that could cut into Jackie's hypnosis. As if released by some paranormal voice, she turned towards
But luckily, she didn't have to wait long. He took in a sharp breath and responded with, “Okay, fine. I'll just have to deal with finding someone to cover your shift myself,” he snapped.
Those words were like an annoying slap in the face. Once again, for the millionth time, she found herself wondering how the hell he managed to absolve himself of all forms of human empathy. Didn't he ever just need someone to throw him a bone? She opened her mouth to utter a backhanded, 'thank you,’ but he hung up before she could manage to get anything out.
She furrowed her brow at the terrible cut on Laila's knee, realizing it was probably going to leave a scar for the rest of her life, and, for the rest of her life, she was going to be reminded, on a daily basis, of that time when her mother epically failed her.
One low moan jerked Jackie out of her self-deprecating thoughts and reminded her that she had someone else to comfort. “Momma, it hurts,” she whined.
“I know, I know, baby,” Jackie replied as she took each of Laila's little hands in hers and lifted them to her lips. She planted a little kiss on them, and then stood up, patting the top of her head and leaning it against her belly. Things felt so much more controlled in that little examination room. Jackie could pretend that she didn't just drop her child in front of the whole neighborhood and give up an entire night's salary all in one afternoon. But as soon as she let her exhausted eyes close, the image of her daughter standing with nothing between her and the car racing towards her made her heart race all over again.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying so hard to forget that anything had ever happened, that she didn't even realize that anyone had come in until:
“Mrs. Brown?”
The voice slithered through the small room and reached Jackie's ears in an instant. Just in the split second it took for her to open her eyes and turn around, her mind processed that smooth, husky voice and she decided in the next instant that she was thoroughly and irrevocably attracted to him. “It’s Jacquelyn,” she replied as she let go of Laila's head and turned to face him.
The man looked like he had just walked out of a Burberry advertisement. He was tall, at least 6'6, and, aside from that, had a muscular build that told her he worked out a lot. His eyes were deep-set and an icy-blue color, his gaze freezing everything that it touched. Although it was barely March, his even tan suggested that he spent a considerable amount of time outside. Jackie just stood there, one hand on her daughter's head and one hand hanging stupidly by her side while he scanned her with those invasive eyes of his. That stare pierced her from head to toe, unzipping her like a body bag.
As she stood there, she quite literally felt like he could see right through her. “Jacquelyn,” he replied, before glancing down at the clipboard he held in his hand.
Jackie released a short sigh. When he said her name, it sounded brand new. She knew something else was expected of her, that she was expected to say or do something to move the moment along, but she felt completely helpless. Her feet were rooted to the spot; her mind had completely given up on her and her heart pounded in her ears. “Jackie,” she added. “Everyone calls me Jackie, actually.” But even as she said those last words, she could feel how stupid they were as they left her lips.
He chuckled, the sound hanging in the air around her and lifting her nervous heart.
However, before she could hope to redeem herself, a whimper joined his laugh in the subdued atmosphere around them. The sound of her daughter's pain was the only thing that could cut into Jackie's hypnosis. As if released by some paranormal voice, she turned towards
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