Dead Med

by Freida McFadden

“Rachel, honey.” He wraps his fingers around my wrist, stopping them from moving north. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but don’t you have some studying to do?”

“If there aren’t twenty dollars missing from my wallet when I get out of the shower, I’m going to fail you in anatomy.”

He’s practically undressing her with his eyes as she talks.

Then, somehow, I fell in love with her.