At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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Jamie looks pale and clammy. I don't think anything could have prepared him for this info overload. So I opt for a timeout.
We sit in silence and he doesn't let go of my hand. There are no sounds save for the children's laughter and the sound of the waves crashing onto the pebbled beach serenely. I fell in love with Nice at this exact spot, many years ago, while touring the Mediterranean with my sister.
Which reminds me, I really ought to chat to Farah. I've been avoiding her like the plague since everything blew up with CFG.
The kids run over complaining about hungry stomachs and James takes us to a pizzeria at a bowling alley.
Adam and August once again have their competitive sleeves rolled up, James didn't mind showing off, getting several strikes in a row and I was appalling, not even the baby rails could save me.
"My hands were not designed for balls," I huff annoyingly at yet another failed attempt. And I cringe! James raises a naughty eyebrow at me, chuckling to himself. "Ok that came out wrong. I meant, these are for scalpels."
"Uh huh. Sure." James smirks and winks at me mischievously.
Adam and August then compete in a snoring match on the way back to the hotel: after several rounds at the game arcade, some more ice cream and each winning a racing set (surprise, surprise) they full on passed out in the car.
James scratches his head as we look back at the two dead weights awaiting us as we arrive at the hotel. "Maybe we should just ask the bellboy for those luggage trolleys, eh?"
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I'm sitting outside on the balcony of my hotel room, awaiting Jamie's signature cup of tea, and I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
I saw a trauma psychologist for a few sessions after the encounter with The General, being arrested and finding out my husband wasn't the man I thought he was. But I haven't spoken about Daniel since those few sessions with the shrink were over.
I love how much I can trust Jamie. I'm crazy attracted to him and he's sexy as fuck, but I feel like I'm talking to my best friend. And that is rare.
I've known this for a while, since the night we met, but now that I'm actually allowing myself to trust James and allowing myself to, I'm falling for him.
"Paging Doctor Ava," Jamie's Scottish drawl brings me back to earth and I find him sitting down at the little outdoor table and chair set. "Were you daydreaming about me naked again?"
