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372 pages, ebook
First published December 6, 2018

















“No one has ever talked to me like Bailey did last night, not a colleague, not another attending at the hospital, and definitely not a surgical assistant.”

“I’ll just say this…” She flips a page of her magazine and points down. “The harder the shell, the softer the heart.”
YES, yes I will include as many Grey's Anatomy gifs. in the review as possible✨
I’m one part masochist, one part perfectionist. I have a little hero complex of my own and an ego that could fill this entire room, but it’s necessary.
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“You’re kidding. A Prius?! Satan himself drives a Prius?!” She turns around as if hoping to find someone else she can share this moment with. All she’s got is me.
I shrug. “It gets good gas mileage.”
You ARE brutal, and you know it. You can’t keep a good team around you because you stomp around like you’re the second coming of Christ.
He’s a man who fights for children who can’t fight for themselves, a man who donates his time and money not because he wants notoriety or appreciation but because something inside of him needs to do it. I’m not sure I’ve ever met a more selfless human.
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I can’t remember the last time I had feelings for someone like this. It’s like I’m back in high school, like Bailey is the unattainable girl next door and I’m the nerd who can’t get her to agree to a date. I should just accept defeat.
We’re alone, scrubbing out side by side. I feel like I’m standing next to a celebrity. I tell myself to stop stealing glances at his forearms. They’re nothing special. I repeat: NOTHING SPECIAL.
“Kiss me,” he pleads, his hands sliding around me, hauling me up against him so there’s no space left between us. “Bailey…kiss me.”
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“Josie, if you’ll excuse us, I need to have a word with your sister.”
“No she will not ex—”
Josie yanks her book back to her side of the table and starts to flip through it to find her page, unbothered by Matt’s grip on my arm. “You’re excused.”
Choosing Harry Potter over her own flesh and blood?! I would do the same, but how dare she?
But…” She shakes her head. “No, that can’t be right, because I recognize you…” She tilts her head to the side, studying me intently before she gasps and her eyes widen with recognition. “You’re Dr. Russell! The hot doctor!”
“I’ll, um—”
“BAILEY YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH THE HOT DOCTOR!” Josie shouts behind her.
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I literally thought Matt was proposing to me after like a week of dating. I’ve gone mad.
"...You want me to pat your head and give you a gold star for doing your job. I won’t.” I pause briefly. “Grow up.”
He picks it and offers it to me. “Here, please, a token of my gratitude.”
I yank the tiny white thing out of his hand, shove it in my pocket, and roll my eyes. “All right, fine. Thank you. Now c’mon, we’re almost there.”
We’re a perfect fit, and maybe I’m the last one to realize that. Maybe it’s time I tell him exactly how I feel.
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OH MY GOD. WHOA. TOO SOON. BUT YES OKAY! I yanked that sucker out of there and whipped it open, a YES locked and loaded on my tongue right up until my eyes registered that there were not one but two twinkling diamonds nestled in the box, and they were attached to studs, not a band.
“This doesn’t have to be the end,” he says, hopeful. “This grant could be the start of something for both of us. Please think about it.”






