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Chapter 5 - Enemies to lovers.....so 🔥...
“That’s very judgmental of you.”
“Wha—?” Her hands flew to her hips. Definitely didn’t have a plastic surgeon. She was making all kinds of expressions now. My inner eight-year-old boy clapped his hands and whistled.
“How dare you? I had a man just this morning, barely clothed, wanting to make some cash to get out of town.”
I smiled. “Oh yeah, that must have been Johnny. He’s harmless. Just tried to steal the gold nugget on the Welcome to Auburn Hill sign.”
“He wasn’t wearing a shirt.” She nearly spat the words.
“So?” I pushed off the desk and stood tall, looking down at her. “Last I checked, that isn’t illegal.”
She cocked her head back to gaze up at me, narrowed her eyes, and then climbed up on the chair to tower over me in some twisted game of one-upping.
“That is not the sort of reputation I want at my clinic, Mr. Sutter.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Jesus Christ, the lady was madder than a hornet’s nest and crazier than ol’ Johnny with the suspenders over his belly stealing a plastic nugget. She was literally standing on my chair and looking down her nose at me like I was the crazy one in the room.
Chapter 5 - Enemies to lovers.....so 🔥...
“That’s very judgmental of you.”
“Wha—?” Her hands flew to her hips. Definitely didn’t have a plastic surgeon. She was making all kinds of expressions now. My inner eight-year-old boy clapped his hands and whistled.
“How dare you? I had a man just this morning, barely clothed, wanting to make some cash to get out of town.”
I smiled. “Oh yeah, that must have been Johnny. He’s harmless. Just tried to steal the gold nugget on the Welcome to Auburn Hill sign.”
“He wasn’t wearing a shirt.” She nearly spat the words.
“So?” I pushed off the desk and stood tall, looking down at her. “Last I checked, that isn’t illegal.”
She cocked her head back to gaze up at me, narrowed her eyes, and then climbed up on the chair to tower over me in some twisted game of one-upping.
“That is not the sort of reputation I want at my clinic, Mr. Sutter.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Jesus Christ, the lady was madder than a hornet’s nest and crazier than ol’ Johnny with the suspenders over his belly stealing a plastic nugget. She was literally standing on my chair and looking down her nose at me like I was the crazy one in the room.
