All Chapters of Prescription For A Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

*Josie*“Let me get this straight.” Denver takes a slow, unhurried sip from his mug, his face an absolute stone as he boils down the past ten minutes of my frantic ramble about bad setup dates, overly eager suitors, and my catastrophic fake-boyfriend lie.“You want me to play-act as your partner... solely so you can avoid getting an actual one?”“You literally wouldn't have to do anything,” I stress, leaning over the table.“Then I fail to see why you need my involvement at all.”I’ve never sat this close to Denver before. Certainly, I have never spent this much uninterrupted time in his orbit. What’s bizarre is the sharp, clinical sting of scent suppressants clinging to him—a choice I find strange, considering most male shifters carry far too much ego to mask their natural pheromones.Usually, they prefer letting their scent flood a room in hopes of intriguing an available female. Maybe it’s just a strict professional boundary for him? Or perhaps his natural scent is simply unappeali

*Denver*I hadn’t actually expected her to take the proposal seriously. The entire notion is completely unhinged, which is likely why I’m caught entirely off guard when it comes to outlining the specifics. Truthfully, I hadn’t plotted out the finer details when the idea hit me.“Right. Convincing them.” I cross my arms over my chest, staring down at the scuffed table surface. “We present a unified narrative that we’ve deliberately kept our relationship under wraps.”“And what’s our bulletproof excuse for keeping it secret?”“You’re a relatively new attending here. How long has it been—six months?”Her amber eyes narrow into sharp slits. “Try over a year.”“Right. Apologies. Regardless, the optics make complete sense. A junior physician wouldn't want to be publicly linked to the head of a department right out of the gate. You’d naturally want to avoid any gossip about preferential treatment or riding on your colleague’s coattails. You’d want to establish your own clinical reputation fi

*Josie* Running into Denver Taylor at work is about as rare as spotting an alpine falcon downtown—which is to say, it never happens. So finding myself face-to-face with him for the second time in one day, staggering out of the ER after a brutal twelve-hour shift, feels like a cruel glitch in the matrix. He pauses under the glass awning, looking just as startled. He’s cupping his hands to blow warm breath against his knuckles while shrugging a heavy wool coat over his broad shoulders. A sharp morning gust whips his midnight hair across his forehead. The overhead lights cast deep shadows under his high cheekbones, turning his piercing blue eyes almost black. I’m hit again by how massive he is. Has he always towered like this, or have I just perfected staring at the floor whenever we pass in the corridors? He’s easily eight inches taller than me, and at five-foot-five I’m not exactly short. “Dr. Connor?” His deep voice carries over the hum of idling ambulances. I blink, snapping out