“Dr. London?” It came out as more of a question than a greeting. “Do you want out?” His thick voice and sexiness greeted me. He wasn’t in his scrubs and white coat anymore. He’d replaced it with a white T-shirt and sweats. “Out?” I repeated as I stared at him. What did he mean out? “Out of your arrangement with Kashus Grant. That’s what you’re in, right? An arrangement?”
