Semua Bab My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist : Bab 41 - Bab 50

BethI stared at the message a moment longer, Dr. Cole’s words still lingering in my head.“Dr. Silver Fox & Sexy Young Buck Women’s Health Services.”Honestly, the man needed help.Possibly a muzzle.Definitely a warning label.He was ridiculous.Ridiculous and—God help me—kind of hot when he was like this.But damned if he didn’t know how to snap me out of a spiral.My thumbs hovered over the screen as I smirked to myself, then started typing.Me:Oh, giving play by play’s now, are we? Didn’t realize I was privy to the daily to-do list of the great Dr. Stacy Cole! Gonna make him wear a name tag that says ‘Buck’?I stared at it for half a second, then added:Should I be jealous or just start designing your new logo?I stared at the message, thumb hovering for just a second before I hit send. Bold? Maybe. But I was tired of tiptoeing around my thoughts. Dr. Cole made it easy to be playful—like I could take off the armor I wore around Tommy and just… be.What was I doing?Flirting with

Dr. ColeThe interview went better than expected.I’d barely finished shaking the guy’s hand before I was texting Beth—half because I wanted to tell her, half because I just wanted to talk to her again. She made things easier. Lighter. Like I could exhale around her without needing to explain what the weight on my chest was.The candidate—Adam Hayes—was sharp, personable, confident without being cocky. I liked that. We needed someone who could handle patients with grace, not just textbook answers. By the end of our conversation, I’d extended a verbal offer, and he’d said he’d let me know within twenty-four hours. But I knew he’d take it. The look in his eye said yes, even if he hadn’t said it yet.I glanced at the clock. Just past six.Beth would be here soon.Dinner hadn’t exactly been planned, but after the back-and-forth texting earlier, it somehow just… happened. And when she agreed, my heart did that ridiculous thing where it skipped like a teenager’s. I told myself it was casual

Dr. ColeThe text came in after midnight.Short. Blunt. And about damn time.Tommy:Fine. I’ll meet with you.One shot to tell your side.Come correct—bring evidence.I stared at it for a long time before replying.Me:I’ll be ready. Just tell me when and where.No answer. But I didn’t need one. The fact that he’d even texted was a miracle after years of silence.It wasn’t forgiveness. But it was a start.I barely slept. Every hour of the night played out behind my eyes — fifteen years of memories stitched into something I’d never stopped trying to fix.By morning, I was at the clinic early. The sky was still the color of wet steel, and the halls were silent except for the low hum of the air vents. Christine had the afternoon schedule covered, so my patient load was light. I told her I’d be stepping out later for a “personal matter,” and she didn’t ask questions. She’s been here long enough to know when not to.I shut my office door, sat down at my desk, and pulled up a file that hadn

BethThe morning had actually been… good.For once, my coffee hadn’t spilled, the office printer was cooperating, and I’d managed to get through two strategy meetings without anyone mentioning “synergy.” David from the analytics team had dropped by with the new numbers for our largest client, and the man could make anything sound entertaining.We were laughing over a joke he made about influencer hashtags—something about #MondayMotivation and caffeine addiction—when the mood shifted.The knock on my open door wasn’t really a knock at all. More like the quiet thunk of a presence filling the room.I turned just in time to see Tommy leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression unreadable.“Hey, babe,” I said, instantly aware of how casual and comfortable I probably looked sitting on my desk, laughing.David noticed too. His smile faltered. “Uh, I’ll, uh—talk to you later, Beth.”And then he was gone. Practically vanished.Tommy watched him go, jaw tight. “Who was that?”I blin

BethI showed up five minutes before lunch break — the exact time I usually came in for all my checkups — hoping that maybe, just maybe, the timing would work in my favor.It didn’t.At least not at first.Michelle, the front desk receptionist, didn’t even look up as she said, “I’m sorry, Beth. We’re closing for lunch. Christine could maybe—”Footsteps approached.A familiar voice cut clean through the air.“Miss Monroe,” Dr. Cole said, stopping beside the counter. “Why wasn’t I told you were here?”Michelle blinked, startled. “Dr. Cole, she doesn’t have an appointment and—”“Beth has VIP status,” he said smoothly, not taking his eyes off me. “I will always fit her in.”My heart did a stupid, fluttery thing. Michelle’s eyes widened like she’d just been told the moon was made of cheesecake.“Yes, of course,” she murmured. “I didn’t realize—”“You do now.” His tone was gentle, but firm enough that she nodded immediately.Then he turned to me, his expression shifting into something softe