Page 108 of Rules Of Our Own
He stands and walks around the room, then jogs a bit before turning back to me. “You did good, Doc.”
I smile wide. “Of course. Did you expect anything less?”
“Oh, there were definitely doubts in the beginning. Remember when you held the band upside down?” He’s been coming in the last few weeks to get fitted and run some basic physicals. We’ve grown close. He’s constantly throwing the kind of jokes only near teenagers can pull off.
The little punk’s been growing on me.
“Whatever you say. Take a seat over there so Dr. Jones can clear you out.”
Ethan gives me a sharp salute and heads to the other side of the room. His strides are even, and I give myself a small pat on the back for my fitting job.
Piper skips over to me, a wide smile taking over her face as her gaze follows Ethan. “Looking good. You’re fitting right in.”
She looks cute in lime-green scrubs and her golden hair pulled up in a high ponytail.
Pride fills my chest. This job means more to me than anything I’ve worked on in the past. It’s as close as I’m going to get to being back on the pediatric unit until I land a new internship. Whenever that is.
“How are the guys?” Piper asks, and I can feel my cheeks heat as memories of last night fill my brain. I’ve never done anything like that. Hell, I’ve never even considered it, but something tells me River can convince me to do anything he wants. Not that I didn’t love it, because I absolutely did. Probably the hottest night of my life.
She laughs, pulling me out of my thoughts. “That good, huh?”
I don’t even bother to lie, knowing what I was thinking is written all over my face. “You have no idea.”
“Both of them?”
“Yup.” I pop theP.
She squeals, clapping her hands together. “I freaking knew it.”
“Think it’s been a long time coming.”
“So…are things serious now?”
My heart clenches, and it feels like butterflies are trying to fly out of my chest. It’s a mixture of anxious excitement, not knowing exactly where we’re heading. “I freaking hope so. Nothing’s official.”
She bumps her shoulder against mine. “I see the way those guys look at you. They’ll treat you well, and Mia.” Her brows pull together. “You deserve it.”
Dr. Jones walks up to us. “Am I interrupting something?”
I choke on my own spit and cough. “Nope. Nothing.”
She quirks a brow, clearly not believing me. “I want to talk to you in my office. Do you have time?”
I check my watch, more to give me a second to internally freak out. Ethan was my last patient today. “All free.”
“Perfect.”
I follow after her, glancing back at a smiling Piper. She gives me two thumbs up. I’m glad she’s confident—the last time I was called into an office, it didn’t go so well for me.
Dr. Jones’s office is painted a soft pastel purple and is furnished with soft chairs and a crisp white desk. She sits behind it and pulls out a folder.
I swallow hard as I take the seat across from her and wipe my palms on my pants where she can’t see it.
“Have you been liking it here?” she asks.
I’m already nodding. “Loving it.”
“You’ve seemed to settle in well.”