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September 13th

Lauren

I grab the iPad chart froh the details ofa mental note of the pertinent details

Thirty-seven-year-old hting suggests higher risk of s, but last physical at a previous practice showed no sign of abnorns and blood workup were unremarkable

I blip over the rest to the patient concerns, of which there are none, and then blink back to the name on the top of the file

Garrett Alexander

It doesn’t ring any bells, but then again, it wouldn’t I knoith his career choice it’s likely he works at one of the local San Diego firehouses, but I’ve barely been back in town long enough to recognize what street I live on, let alone some random public servant

Quickly, I rap the knuckles of three fingers against the teal wooden exa

“Come on in,” he offers cheerfully, so I step inside without delay

“Hi, Mr Alexander,” I greet, sticking out my hand for him to shake “I’m Dr Lauren”

“Dr Lauren?” he prompts “That’s an unusual last name”

“Ha, no Lauren is h a little atto the sink to washmy blush “I used to work in a pediatric ward, and the tiny humans appreciated a uess”

I grab two paper towels from the holder next to the sink and wipe off the water droplets as I turn around, and for the first time since I walked in, the freakishly handsome nature of Mr Alexander hits me like a wave

Good God

He’s, like, seriously pretty—strong jawline, clean-shaven, dark hair fraht-blue eyes I’ if he’s one of Edward Cullen’s tanner, Southern California-based, sun-accepting relatives because I swear there are golden flecks of glitter ee of his perfectly proportional nose