Page 36 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
“I knew what that meant. You know I'm a doctor, right? I went to medical school. I can actually follow legal jargon, but thanks for breaking it down for me.”
Skylar laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made my heart do strange things in my chest.
"Force of habit," she admitted, gently taking Coffee Bean back from me. "I spend most of my time explaining things to people who don't understand the law."
I watched as she returned the turtle to her elaborate habitat, handling her with such care. There was something oddly intimate about witnessing this side of Skylar—the woman who had a pet turtle she'd kept since childhood, who named it Coffee Bean of all things, and who spoke to it in soft tones that I'd never heard her use with anyone else.
"You know what this means, right?" I asked as she closed the enclosure. “We won.” The thought of that had me releasing thelast of the existing stress, which being with Skylar and owning her body couldn’t even get rid of.
“We won," she confirmed. "And now I'm starving. I ordered from a soul food place close by while you were asleep. The food is keeping warm in the oven. Let’s go eat."
As I followed Skylar to the kitchen, I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. A few weeks ago, I was just a surgeon with a potential lawsuit hanging over my head. Now I was following a woman with a pet turtle named Coffee Bean to eat soul food for an early lunch after spending the night making her scream my name.
"What are you smiling about?" Skylar asked as she pulled plates from the cabinet.
"Just thinking about how quickly life can change," I replied, sliding onto a barstool at her kitchen island. "Not that long ago, you were just the scary lawyer who was coming to ruin my surgical schedule."
She snorted as she pulled foil-covered containers from the oven. "And you were the arrogant surgeon who thought he was untouchable."
"Was?" I raised an eyebrow. "Past tense?"
Skylar rolled her eyes. “You know you’re still the top surgeon at St. Ambrose.”
“Just at St. Ambrose?” I asked, purposely annoying her.
“Shut your cocky ass the hell up and tell me what you want me to add to your plate.”
You!I thought.
Instead of telling her that, I observed all of the dishes as she pulled them out of the warm oven, and my dick was instantly forgotten as my stomach took the lead. Skylar didn’t forget anything off the menu. The counter was quickly filled with fried chicken, mac and cheese, collard greens, cabbage, candied yams, and cornbread.
“Damn, girl! Did you leave any for other customers?”
“They’re not my problem. You are.”
“I wouldn’t technically think of myself as a problem,” I replied.
“If you say so.”
I smacked Skylar’s ass as she walked by and watched it jiggle. I was going to enjoy traversing whatever journey life took us on. I was even going to have to admit to Marcus how wrong I was and apologize for calling him an idiotic romantic. Because I definitely understood now. I was suffering from tunnel vision and all I saw was Skylar Wise.
I wonder if she’d be willing to change her last name?
I wasn’t exactly like my brother. That question I would keep in the tuck for now. However, I already knew I loved Skylar and that she was mine. She was the remedy to everything I didn’t know I needed.
The End
