Doctorshipped (Getting Shipped! #5)

by Savannah Scott

“I drooled on him. Shannon! I drooled on a total stranger!” Shannon doubles over. “Oh, Jayme. This is the best.”

“It’s my hobby—being difficult. Some people knit. I grumble. You’ll need to get used to it.”

Besides, Jayme’s a grown woman. She should be able to self-regulate her parasympathetic responses to stressful situations. Her cerebral cortex is fully formed. She’s got all the equipment she needs to calm herself.

What does that T-shirt say, anyway? I Promise I’m in My Write Mind. Do I need a doctor-themed T-shirt? No. I don’t.

I would like to relocate and start over in an entirely different small town—one without unnerving pixies who wear silly shirts and make me lose my bearings. But that’s obviously out of the question. How did I end up with this woman as my only option for a tutor? I must have been a swarm of gnats in a past life.

I straighten my shoulders and inwardly chant, No one puts baby in a corner, to myself. Me, being baby in this unfortunate scenario, and Patrick Swayze being nowhere around when I need him most.

SEVEN Grant

This book is so freaking good already. By far the best of an already awesome series.

I’ve never felt such an unexpected and overpowering desire to kiss a woman in my life. Which is just ludicrous and wrong.

“He called my life cobbled,” I say, breathing out an exasperated breath and feeling the unexpected swell of tears from behind my eyes.

Awe 😢 that really affected her. She's so great the way she is but I'm sure he'll help her focus her talents a bit and more importantly I can't wait till we see her bring a little lightness to him.

“Why do you care?” “Okay. I don’t. Let him call my life cobbled. Lots of beautiful things are cobbled—like cobblestones. Those are beautiful. And a cobbler who … makes shoes. Like in the fable, The Shoemaker and the Elves. And there’s cobbler, peach, blueberry, blackberry … Who doesn’t love cobbler?”

“You have a beautifully cobbled life. I love your life. You love your life. Who cares if some uppity, grumpy doctor loves your life? If he really saw your life for what it is, he’d envy it. Maybe he already does. But, sweet friend, don’t let him pop your bubbly, vivacious, happy balloon. You’re bigger than this.”

is it just the hot doctor who got under your skin?” “I didn’t say he was hot.” I pull away and grab my plate. “You didn’t have to. You flush whenever you bring him up. I can’t wait to see the man who gets this reaction from a self-proclaimed, single-for-life woman.”

Watching friends pair up and establish their families has been the best, but also the hardest thing to endure. I love seeing each of them so happy. But, a part of me feels like I’m standing on a dock, waving while they set sail.

why let his grumpiness affect me? I’m going to be unapologetically me. He’s just a raincloud. I’m the freaking sun.”

“All I’m saying is you can change your mind. Any choice is valid. But clinging to a choice past its expiration date when it’s done serving you? There’s no glory or wisdom in that. If you start to have feelings for someone, it’s okay. You’re allowed to have something more or different than what you imagined for yourself.”

she used some sort of pixie, puppy dog, baby bunny voodoo on me. I shouldn’t look into her eyes. That’s a new rule I’ll live by. As soon as she looks at me with that softness, something in me unnaturally shifts and I’m not the man I need to be. It’s inconvenient and disarming—just like Jayme.

Haters gonna hate. Potaters gonna potate. Tomaters gonna tomate.”

I stand by on the fringes, nibbling pieces of salami like a carnivorous fly on the wall.

I don’t have some hot, grumpy doctor account, or any other kind of account. Social media is a waste of time.”

I literally cannot stop smiling while I read this book

The vibrations of his deliciously raspy laugh find a home across my skin and down my abdomen.

If anyone should harrumph, it’s you. You can pull it off. I mean, can you imagine me harrumphing?” He grumbles. “I can imagine you doing a lot of things.”

Bordeaux, Ohio, the land of zero boundaries and infinite mystery casseroles.

Fiona leans over to me and says, “I want a husband like that, Daddy.” “That’s the only kind I’ll let you have,” I assure her.

I want to stay up all night, snuggled together on my couch, simply holding hands and talking about everything and nothing with her, hearing her laugh, watching her as she drifts to sleep. I want her in my home, in my life, in my heart.

Grant walks into the kitchen and says, “It’s suddenly too people-y in here.” I mean. I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

“Come on, Fee. We’ll go get some water balloons and hotdogs while your dad figures out what he wants to be when he grows up.” Dad stands and pats my shoulder. “A battle is not the war, son. And things are not always as they appear.”

Grants dad is the best!

“Does this mean I get to see you shirtless again?” “In due time.” He gives me a mischievous look that holds promise. “But not under these conditions.”

“Son, I believe I’ve been waiting my whole life to watch you suffer over a woman like this. You deserve to fall in love and to be loved in return.”

I feel the same, except I do believe in happily ever afters. Not perfect ones, but I believe a couple can be so well-matched that they’re able to make life bearable when the really painful and challenging stuff hits the fan. I believe in weathering storms together, and I believe in partners helping one another become the best version of themselves. And I believe in fun. Lots and lots of fun.”

“Then why did you swear off romance?” I have to ask. “Because I didn’t believe in that for me.”

“And now you do believe you could have all that?” “You make me think it’s possible.”

“Grant,” she says my name softly, like a plea. “Jayme.” I echo. She turns and cups my face. Her eyes are soft and warm, “I can’t believe it’s you.” I laugh because I know exactly what she means.

He has more game than Hasbro.

I deserve a man who can be honest and open. I deserve someone looking out for my heart.

“May I tell you some things? Fill in some blanks?” “That’s why I’m here. That and you sounded so sad.” She’s here because I’m sad? Of course she is. I feel the threat of tears behind my own eyes. I clear my throat.

Show up in your discomfort, and your comfort zone will adjust itself.