“Good morning.” I tilted my head. “Do that often?”
“Every Monday. They need a reason not to dread the week.”
“I thought you guys loved what you do?”
He smirked. “Of course we do, but it’s still a Monday.”
That, I could understand. Mondays were my fill-out-all-the-paperwork and back-to-back-appointments days. How the hospital expected me to get my paperwork finished in the midst of endless meetings, which created more paperwork, was beyond me. Not to mention other doctors occasionally liked to throw an emergency consultation my way. So yeah, I knew exactly what he meant about loving your job in the context of Mondays.
“I don’t think I can pull off a Soul Train line at work, but maybe I can change my playlist.” My coworkers would probably appreciate a mix-up in my constant classical choices.
“Do you listen to Spotify? If so, I can send you my Monday list. It’s full of late ’80s and ’90s throwbacks.”
“It’s my most-used app.” Why did my cheeks feel so heated?
Was it the way his attention focused solely on me? His kindness? Or perhaps just those good looks?
“Not Facebook?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Social media isn’t my thing.”
“Well, you have to at least get a YouTube account. How else can you subscribe to our videos?” He winked.
Again.
I wanted to clutch my heart, but the palpitations were a normal reaction. Iknewthat, but my heart acted like this was new information. Good thing a person couldn’t go into shock from an influx of serotonin.
Pay attention to the conversation. You two are talking about YouTube.Right.
“I’ve seen your videos. I particularly like your blooper reels.” I grinned, remembering the last one I watched.
Chris groaned. “Those seem to be everyone’s favorite.”
“Keep it up.” I held out the kennel with Charlie inside. “Here’s my new friend.”
“Morning, Charlie.” Chris peered into the kennel, and Charlie’s nose poked through the grate. “We’re going to have fun. Wait until you meet Kimble.”
“Oh brother,” I murmured.
Chris chuckled. “Don’t worry, Dr. Kennedy. When you come pick Charlie back up, I’ll be sure to introduce you.”
“I can’t wait,” I drolled.
“You’ll love him.”
Remembering Chris dealt with animals all day should pullsome of the shine off him, but that only emphasized his goodness. Someone who cared about the planet, animals, and other conservation efforts was a man worth knowing.
Yeah, as afriend.Get it together, girl.
I stepped back. “I’m going to go. Don’t want to be late.” At this point, was Operation Stay Away still in play?
“Have a good day.”
“Mm-hmm. You do the same.” I whirled around and raced toward the exit.
You do the same? What kind of response is that, Erykah Kennedy?
A normal one, I hoped. Yet dropping off my puppy and having a man tell me to have a good day wasnotmy norm. Chris Gamble needed to come with a warning label because every time I neared him, my stomach quivered, and my hormones spiked above functional levels.
