From Heal My Heart: Book Three in the Kemmons Brothers Baseball Series by Elley Arden
M.J. watched as people passed the open door to her exam room. Some looked in and smiled, but she couldn’t manage to muster the strength to smile back. In fact, she was just about to get up and close the door when a handsome man in a white coat passed. They made eye contact for a brief second before he disappeared in the same direction the nurse had.
But then he was back.
“You,” he said, smiling.
It was a wonderful smile, bright and white, balling his cheeks and squinting his eyes, defining his chin with a sexy v-shaped crease.
“Me?” M. J. questioned.
He stepped into the room, wearing the same smile along with a pale blue dress shirt and crisply pressed gray pants visible from the split in his white coat. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
“No.” One word was a better bet than letting her incredulity slip out amid a full sentence. If she’d met a man like that before, she’d certainly never forget him.
“You’re Miss Rooney, aren’t you? I examined you on the field after you fell.”
M. J.’s jaw dropped. “Oh,” she managed, despite the embarrassment heating her face. If she didn’t remember him, God only knew what she’d done or said during their exchange. She wasn’t exactly mealy-mouthed.
“How are you feeling?” He tilted his head and rolled his gaze over her, a hint of that smile lingering in his beautiful hazel eyes.
Physically? “Better.” Mentally? Like a fool, because she was trying to place him, but nothing that happened after she toppled over the railing and before Felicia arrived at the hospital made sense. And now she was gawking at this crazy-attractive man.
“How’d you end up at Fellows’ clinic?”
“Dr. Ridge.” She matched the tilt of his head with her head. “He’s my team physician.”
Dr. Sexy’s eyes widened. “Which team?”
“Clash,” she said without hesitation, maybe even a little too fiercely. She’d just been laughed at too many times to count.
When he chuckled, she wanted to slap him, but he looked so damn good doing it.
“Now it makes sense,” he said. “You told me you belonged on the field when I asked how you got there, and then you asked if you’d been sacked.”
He wasn’t laughing at the fact she played football? Interesting.
“Knock, knock.” Dr. Ridge stood in the doorway. “Go find your own patients,” he directed at Dr. Sexy. “Better yet, go get some pizza before I finish it off.”
Dr. Sexy smiled again as he nodded, exuding a nonchalance that had M. J.’s muscles bunching, bracing against the attraction.
“Miss Rooney,” he said. “It was nice to see you again.”
It was, wasn’t it? Even if she didn’t remember seeing him the first time.