by Snow, Nicole
And watching us with his eyes narrowed, his mouth set in a thin line.
I don’t have to know him to know there’s something different about him. He’s been stiff and withdrawn from the moment I met him, but right now – despite his cool control – he practically bristles.
Like a green-eyed jaguar crouched in the shadows, completely motionless. Yet his entire body primes for the instant he’ll pounce and strike. His gaze goes over me, his eyes locked on the stranger with a focused intensity.
It’s not hard to tell.
These two have history.
“So let’s hear it,” he says with a sort of hard-edged indifference, subtly mocking. “What brings you back here?”
“Baxter,” the woman answers airily. “I think all the stress of moving must be getting to her. She’s throwing up constantly, and really...she’s so skittish. Quiet. Hardly any appetite.”
There’s something pointed in the way she says it, in the way she looks at him.
Wowza. There are two conversations going on right now.
The one I can hear. And then the one I’m totally oblivious to.
I’d might as well not be in the room.
Doc inclines his head slightly. “I take it my assistant has already looked at your cat?”
“Oh, she’s been looking,” the woman retorts, eyes glittering. “Isn’t she a bit young for you, Doctor? Or have I been wrong about your appetites all this time?”
That I don’t miss. It’s about as subtle as a brick to the face.
Holy crap.
Worse, I blush up to my ears, my whole body burning hot. I’m not sure how I wound up in the crossfire between my new boss and this wraith of a woman, but here I am.
Shaking my head quickly, I dart a look at Doc. He can’t possibly think it’s anything but a joke thrown at him by this lady who clearly has a mean axe to grind.
“I’m sorry, I...it’s not. I d-don’t–”
Apparently, I don’t know anything right now except all about slurring my words.
“That’s enough, Ms. Delwen,” he interrupts, still not looking at me.
But if I’m not mistaken, there’s almost a touch of gentleness in his voice, the same tone he uses with animals while ignoring the humans attached to them. “If you could wait in my office, I’ll handle Baxter and our guest.”
Somehow, I don’t think Baxter is the one he intends to handle here. And the way he says guest might be the kindest substitute for bitch I’ve ever heard in my life.
I’m frozen for another moment. This has to be the weirdest day of work in my life, and when I was sixteen, a naked flasher in a trench coat showed up at my ice cream shop during my first shift and demanded two scoops of Rocky Road in the middle of his hairy chest. I gulp hard, heart hammering, then nod quickly.
“S-sure,” I manage. “Excuse me.”
And without another word, I go skittering from the room, tumbling through the door, managing to bang my shoulder on the frame. But I don’t breathe again until the door shuts behind me, latching firmly and cutting off one last hard, strange look from Doc.
Can a girl kill herself with too much shame? I think we’re coming close to finding out.
I slump against the wall, pressing a hand over my chest. Something about that little encounter has my heart rate going full roar, ramping up to a hundred miles an hour.
Some people fight with bluster and force and shouting and violence. Not today. Even if there’s no denying there’d been a battle in there, a confrontation that took place in nothing but silence, knowing looks, and lingering words.
I couldn’t tell if Doc and that woman hated each other, or something more.
Maybe a bitter ex?
Or maybe they’re still together, and things aren’t going that well.
Ugh. I don’t know anything about him, honestly. The possibilities are endless.
A sour smile pulls at my lips. Because if that’s his taste in women...
The hopeful ladies of Heart’s Edge won’t catch up in a million years.
I lift my head, though, at the sound of voices from inside. They’re muffled. Secretive.
I can’t make out many words. Not enough to figure out what’s going on, but it doesn’t sound like a lover’s quarrel.
I catch something about the number nine, and something that sounds like...strike team? Huh?
Strike team.
That’s military terminology.
Or police.
A team of people sent in to do a job quickly and efficiently, and then get out fast with as few dead bodies as possible. More emphasis on the time than the body bag count, if thriller flicks have taught me anything.
Now I’m just confused.
Why on earth would a small-town vet, no matter how handsome, be talking about strike teams with a woman who just showed up with a barfy cat?
And just what have I gotten myself into, signing on to work here?
Deep trouble, I realize when the door opens so abruptly, I jump with a little squeak, stumbling to one side, then right myself and clap my hand over my mouth.
The woman emerges with her cat carrier. She pauses mid-stride when she sees me, looking down her nose briefly, before turning and walking away.
There’s not a single sound save for the deafening click of heels on tile and a single plaintive mewl from Baxter.
Why do I feel like I just dodged a bullet? I take a few shaky breaths. Standing there, while that woman looked at me like I was trash, felt like being locked in gunsights, my entire body tingling with nerves.
Then another jolt hits me as Doc’s voice comes from behind me.
“Ms. Delwen,” he says flatly, “I believe we need to have a chat about proper clinical procedure.”
Want to read more? Get No Good Doctor HERE!
About Nicole Snow
Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.
Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty.
Already hooked on her stuff? Sign up for her newsletter here for exclusive offers and more from your favorite characters!
Follow her on Bookbub here for new release updates.
Her website is nicolesnowbooks.com
Got a question or comment on her work? Reach her anytime at [email protected]
Thanks for reading. And please remember to leave an honest review! Nothing helps an author more.
More Books by Nicole
Heroes of Heart’s Edge Books
No Perfect Hero
No Good Doctor
Stand Alone Novels
Accidental Hero
Accidental Romeo
Accidental Protector
Accidental Knight
Accidental Rebel
Cinderella Undone
Man Enough
Surprise Daddy
Prince With Benefits
Marry Me Again
Love Scars
Recklessly His
Stepbrother UnSEALed
Stepbrother Charming
Enguard Protectors Books
Still Not Over You
Still Not Into You
Still Not Yours
Still Not Love
Baby Fever Books
Baby Fever Bride
Baby Fever Promise
Baby Fever Secrets
Only Pretend Books
Fiance on Paper
One Night Bride
Grizzlies MC Books
Outlaw’s Kiss
Outlaw’s Obsession
Outlaw’s Bride
Outlaw’s Vow
Deadly Pistols MC Books
Never Love an Outlaw
Never Kiss an Outlaw
Never Have an Outlaw’s Baby
Never Wed an Outlaw
Prairie Devils MC Books
Outlaw Kind of Love
Nomad Kind of Love
Savage Kind of Love
Wicked Kind of Love
Bitter Kind of Love