His Doctor Luna
he said with finality, “and that she has chosen me back.”
I blushed.
“Of course,” I sad, knowing we had to keep convincing them we were real Mates.
“We’ll need to get you a new outfit first,” Dominic said, his eyes trailing over my clothing. “It’s not enough that you’re worthy to be Luna, you need to dress the part.”
“Oh, I’m sure I have an appropriate dress or something somewhere,” I offered.
“No, you don’t.”
“Hey!” I said, picking up a pillow to throw at him. “I’m sorry that I am a doctor who was preparing to be sent into the field, not to the Oscars!”