Page 29 of Doctorshipped
I think I blush. Darn this blushing.
Fiona’s at our table before I can even get a grip on myself, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I did my whole assignment. Clapping between all the syllables. It took me a while. But I did all the words you left for me to practice.”
“That’s awesome!” I say, smiling up at her.
Grant’s standing a few yards away in the middle of the restaurant, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s got both his hands tucked into his front pockets and that stern look on his face. But, he’s not hurrying Fiona along. People keep staring in his direction, and not doing a very good job at hiding the fact that they are murmuring and whispering about him.
“Fiona, these are my friends, Shannon, Lexi, Em, and Laura. Everyone, this is my new friend, Fiona. Her dad’s the grump in the middle of the room.”
“Miss Jayme!” Fiona exclaims, but she’s smiling from ear to ear.
I think she’s actually tickled that I’d call her dad out like that. I like her all the more for it, if that’s even possible.
Laura waves at Grant. “Hello, Doctor Grant. Welcome to Bordeaux. Do you regret moving here yet?”
Grant makes eye contact with Laura and grumbles, “Only slightly.”
Shannon giggles and mouths to me, “Oh, heisbroody, isn’t he?”
I raise my brows and twist the corner of my lip.
“Told ya,” I mouth back to her.
“He’s not as bad as he seems,” Fiona defends. Then she looks over at her dad and turns back to us. “Well, he is sort of as bad as he seems, actually. But he’s really a good dad and a good doctor.”
That earns her a laugh from everyone at our table. She laughs along with us until Grant quietly, but with a commanding tone says, “Let’s order, Fee.”
I love when he calls her that. It’s endearing. Not that I love him, or anything about him. It’s just sweet how he has a nickname for his daughter.
“Eyes over here,” Shannon teases me.
“What?”
“You were watching him pretty intently just then.”
“He’s a puzzle.”
“One you’d like to figure out,” Laura teases.
“Single. Single. Single.” I chant.
“Maybe she’s ready to mingle,” Lexi teases.
“It’s okay to choose singleness,” I say in my own defense.
“Of course it is. You don’t have to mingle,” Em encourages me.
“Thank you, Em. I need someone in my corner these days. Shannon’s convinced I’m going to back out of my life’s mission. Just because a good looking man infuriates me doesn’t mean he’s changed the destiny I’ve chosen for myself.”
“Absolutely not,” Lexi agrees. “Though, if you were going to change your destiny, you could do worse. I mean, look at him. He’s so tall and ...”
Lexi drifts off, staring at Grant with the same look of appreciation I think I’ve had on more than one occasion. He really does take up space in a way that just causes you to look at him. He could be a model forBroody Manif that were a magazine.
“You’re a married woman,” I remind Lexi.
“Totally, and happily,” she agrees. “But I appreciate a gorgeous man when I see one.”
“And appreciating his good looks doesn’t mean you are going to date him,” I say to Lexi, my eyes aimed pointedly toward Shannon.
