Dylan licked his lips. “I have a mole I wanted to have looked at?”
He didn’t mean for the statement to turn into a question, but he was flustered.
The woman nodded and smiled. “Yes, that’s what I have in my system. I’m so sorry about that. I must have copied it down incorrectly when I entered you into the system. Let me just fix that real quick.” She started clicking and typing away, a look of concentration on her face. “There. All taken care of. Now, if I could just make a copy of your ID and have you fill out this form?”
She reached for an iPad under her desk, sliding it over to him with just a little too much speed to be friendly.
Dylan really hoped she wasn’t having to stay late because of him.
“Of course,” Dylan said, reaching into his pocket for his license and handing it to her before picking up the iPad.
“You can take a seat and then Dr. Schaeffer will be with you in just a moment.”
Dylan mumbled his thanks and took the iPad over to a plush waiting area, where he filled out the form. It was all basic stuff, and Dylan was soon finished. The secretary came back with his ID and Dylan handed her the iPad.
“Thank you.” She glanced at the iPad, scrolling down. “Your bill has already been settled, so that’s all I need from you. If you stay put, Dr. Schaffer will be with you very soon.”
“Great.” Dylan cleared his throat, feeling awkward. “Thank you so much.”
He settled in to wait, perfectly happy to wait a bit before seeing the doctor. That way maybe his damp shirt would dry and he wouldn’t look like he’d jogged to his appointment. He reached for his phone, only remembering that it was out of battery when he pushed the button to turn it on and nothing happened.
“Mr. Lander?”
Dylan froze, the gruff baritone sending chills down his spine. For a second he thought it was the man he’d bumped into on the street, their voices similarly deep and rumbling, but then he realized how silly that was.
“That’s me,” he said, turning around and pushing out of the chair. At the sight of the doctor, his knees nearly buckled.
Doctors were not supposed to look likethat.
Standing at least six-foot-six, the doctor looked more like a werewolf fitness model than a medical professional. He had a square jaw that was covered in neatly trimmed black stubble, high cheekbones, and full, sensual lips that made Dylan want to reach up and touch.
The dimple in his chin completed the movie-star handsome package.
“I’m ready for you now.” Dr. Schaffer looked up from his clipboard, his green eyes making Dylan gasp.
He wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the tailored fit of the shirt showing off his wide shoulders and trim waist. He’d tucked the shirt into a pair of navy suit pants that were just fitted enough to show off the thick muscles in his thighs.
He was wearing a tie. Somehow, the combination of rolled up sleeves and a fully buttoned up collar made for the most appealing contrast.
Dylan stared at the doctor’s toned forearms and big hands, his stomach doing a flip when he noticed how small the normal-sized clipboard looked in the doctor’s fingers.
“Mr. Lander?”
Dylan jerked his gaze away from the doctor’s big hands, mortified to have been caught ogling the doctor’s arms. He felt like he was back in high school, awkward and virginal, getting tongue tied when one of the nice jocks from the lacrosse team talked to him in the hall.
“Yes, of course,” Dylan said, wincing at how high his voice sounded. He cleared his throat and forced himself to move forward. “And it’s Landry.”
Dr. Schaffer grinned, white teeth gleaming like he was in a toothpaste commercial. He looked down at his chart and chuckled.
“Landry, huh? Well, it’s nice to officially meet you. I’m Dr. Schaffer.”
He held out his hand, easily twice the size of Dylan’s own, and Dylan automatically reached out to shake it.
Dylan was going to have to take his shirt off in front of this man, he realized with dawning horror.
“I corrected his name in the computer and he’s all ready to go on the forms.”
Dylan jumped at the sound of the secretary’s voice coming from right behind him. He pulled his hand out of Dr. Schaffer’s grip, his palm tingling, and took a quick step back.
