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“I’ll be making the appointment and keeping track of these things for her,” Elodie says.

Maryanne frowns. “Honey, that’s several days off. You don’t need to?—”

“I’m going to be here for a while, Mam. Like I said, you need to get used to it.”

“You have a life back home.”

“This is my home. You’re my home and I’m going to be here as long as it takes to get you back on your feet,” Elodie says. “And that’s the last I want to hear of that nonsense.”

They’re sweet together, and it’s easy to see just how much Elodie cares for her grandmother. It’s really nice to see. But then, it’s kind of par for the course here in Emerson. Families are close and people genuinely go out of their way for one another. It’s another one of those big differences between here and LA, and I have to admit, it’s a pleasant change of pace.

I get to my feet and pick up my bag. “Then I’ll look forward to seeing you in a couple of days, Maryanne. Until then, rest, relax, and stay off the booze.”

She laughs and shakes her head as Elodie smiles, and I find myself absolutely captivated by her.

“Have a nice day, ladies.”

“Thank you, Dr. Collier, for everything.”

“You’re welcome,” I reply.

“I’ll walk you out,” Elodie says.

Elodie falls into step beside me as we head down the hallway, heading for the front door. We stop in the small foyer and Elodie turns to me with her hand on the doorknob. I’m not a shy man, nor am I an awkward teenager. Yet, standing there looking into the eyes of this beautiful young woman, I find myself absolutely tongue-tied and unable to speak.

“How is she doing, really, Dr. Collier?” she asks. “Please be honest with me.”

Her tone is earnest, and her eyes are filled with concern. It’s easy to see that this has thrown her for a major loop, and she’s still trying to catch up with it all. She’s trying to make sense of what happened and is looking for straight, unvarnished facts to help her not just understand what’s happening, but what her next steps need to be. It’s a pragmatic and logical approach rather than a purely emotional one, which would be simple to fall back on in a situation like this. I respect that.

“Well, she suffered a relatively severe cardiac event, I’m not going to lie to you,” I tell her. “But I’ve reviewed her file, and as long as she does what she’s supposed to do—namely, rest, take her meds, and follow up on all of her appointments—I think she’s got a very good chance to make a full recovery. I expect that she’ll be fine.”

Elodie lets out a long breath, and her shoulders slump, as if the thousand-pound weight she’s been carrying has suddenly been lifted. The relief on her face is palpable. And as her full, heart-shaped lips curl upward, I have the almost overpowering urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her. Given that her grandmother is in the other room after having just suffered a heart attack, I know it’s not the appropriate time, so I manage to restrain myself.

Hey, I may be fantasizing about this exquisitely gorgeous woman naked and all the delicious things I want to do with her, but I’ve got some sense of decorum and know this will all just be fodder for jerking off in the shower later.

“Thank you, Dr. Collier. I really appreciate your honesty.”

“Of course. And if there’s anything else you need or something comes up, don’t hesitate to call me,” I tell her as I pull a card out of my pocket and hand it to her.

She looks at the card, running her fingertip over the letters in my name, and looks up at me for a moment like she wants to say something. I’m silently praying she’s going to tell me to take her home, get her naked, and do filthy things to her. But she doesn’t and the moment regrettably passes.

“Thanks again,” she says as she opens the door for me. “My Mam is lucky to have you looking over her.”

“I think she’s luckier to have you looking over her. She’s a sweet woman.”

“She is.”

“Okay, well, have a nice day, Elodie. And it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah. You too.”

I head out of the house and head for my car, visions of Elodie naked and on top of me, my hands caressing her body filling my mind. What I want is to go home and take care of this stiff cock in my pants, but I’ve got a full slate of patients to see, which means I’m going to have to deal with this uncomfortable bulge for a while.

What a day.

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ELODIE

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