Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Christelle Mirin
Authors: Christelle Mirin
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EMMA’S HEART
CHRISTELLE MIRIN
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
“I would say you are now healthy enough for sex as long as you don’t get too wild,” Dr. Reese said, raising an eyebrow.
Emma Shane laughed long and hard, feeling it all the way to her belly. “And just who am I going to have sex with, huh? You know George left me right before the transplant. I haven’t even thought about meeting someone else. All I’ve had time to think about is my health and getting my life back.”
Dr. Reese closed the file and crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned his hip against the exam table. “You’ll find someone, Emma.”
Concern was evident in his eyes, along with a friendship that had grown over time. But a friendship was all it was, nothing more. Besides, even though the doc was a looker, he’d never shown an interest in taking the doctor-patient relationship any further. Meeting another man held no interest for her right now either. All she cared about was her health and living just a little longer.
Dr. Reese sighed and patted her shoulder. “Well, Emma, if you weren’t my patient, I’d do you. You know that, right?”
Emma laughed even harder this time. “You do make me feel good,” she said, once she caught her breath. “And you don’t even have to do me.”
It was Dr. Reese’s turn to laugh. “Okay, get out of here. I don’t want to see you for three months. Unless you have problems”—he pointed at her—“don’t call me.”
“I won’t, Doc.” She jumped off the exam table and slipped off the gown the nurse had given her.
“Put some clothes on, Emma. You’ll give my nurses a fit if you run around in just your undies.” Doc gave her a stern look then laughed. “Make your appointment before you leave. Don’t make me call you.”
“All right, all right,” she said, stepping into her jeans. “Stop your nagging. You might as well be the husband I’ll never have, I guess.”
Doc hesitated at the door. “If you ever need someone just to talk to, call me.”
Buttoning the waistband of her jeans, Emma sobered. “I will. And thanks.”
Doc smiled. Then he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Shrugging on the white button-down blouse, which always made her feel like she should be working in an office somewhere, a thought struck her. She’d forgotten to ask the doc about the other things. Shirt still hanging partially open and half unbuttoned, she quickly opened the door to the exam room and stepped out into the hall. He was already gone, probably in another room with another patient. Ah well, she thought, moving back inside the room and closing the door. It wasn’t really that important.
Finally getting her shirt buttoned and tucked into her jeans, Emma grabbed her jean jacket and headed for the nurse’s desk.
The nurse was waiting for her. “Here you are, Ms. Shane. We’ll see you again at the end of August.” She handed her a small appointment reminder card. “If you have any problems before then, be sure to give us a call. Of course, you know the procedure about getting your labs done the week before the appointment, right?”
“That I do,” Emma said, shoving the little white card with her next appointment written on it into her wallet. “I swear you people aren’t happy unless you’re sticking me with needles or running some weird tests.” She shoved her wallet back into her purse and grinned at the nurse.
“And if you don’t be good, we’ll be poking you with even more needles.” She smiled at her and waved her off. “Go enjoy what’s left of the day, Ms. Shane. It’s gorgeous outside.”
“That it is. I may even take a walk by the lake.” She gave her a wave and headed in the direction of the elevators. A walk by the water might be nice. Then maybe stop and grab a glass of wine somewhere. Well, wine was a thought anyway. She wasn’t allowed alcohol yet. Wait, the doc had said she could have one glass once in a while. No overdoing it.
CHRISTELLE MIRIN
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
“I would say you are now healthy enough for sex as long as you don’t get too wild,” Dr. Reese said, raising an eyebrow.
Emma Shane laughed long and hard, feeling it all the way to her belly. “And just who am I going to have sex with, huh? You know George left me right before the transplant. I haven’t even thought about meeting someone else. All I’ve had time to think about is my health and getting my life back.”
Dr. Reese closed the file and crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned his hip against the exam table. “You’ll find someone, Emma.”
Concern was evident in his eyes, along with a friendship that had grown over time. But a friendship was all it was, nothing more. Besides, even though the doc was a looker, he’d never shown an interest in taking the doctor-patient relationship any further. Meeting another man held no interest for her right now either. All she cared about was her health and living just a little longer.
Dr. Reese sighed and patted her shoulder. “Well, Emma, if you weren’t my patient, I’d do you. You know that, right?”
Emma laughed even harder this time. “You do make me feel good,” she said, once she caught her breath. “And you don’t even have to do me.”
It was Dr. Reese’s turn to laugh. “Okay, get out of here. I don’t want to see you for three months. Unless you have problems”—he pointed at her—“don’t call me.”
“I won’t, Doc.” She jumped off the exam table and slipped off the gown the nurse had given her.
“Put some clothes on, Emma. You’ll give my nurses a fit if you run around in just your undies.” Doc gave her a stern look then laughed. “Make your appointment before you leave. Don’t make me call you.”
“All right, all right,” she said, stepping into her jeans. “Stop your nagging. You might as well be the husband I’ll never have, I guess.”
Doc hesitated at the door. “If you ever need someone just to talk to, call me.”
Buttoning the waistband of her jeans, Emma sobered. “I will. And thanks.”
Doc smiled. Then he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Shrugging on the white button-down blouse, which always made her feel like she should be working in an office somewhere, a thought struck her. She’d forgotten to ask the doc about the other things. Shirt still hanging partially open and half unbuttoned, she quickly opened the door to the exam room and stepped out into the hall. He was already gone, probably in another room with another patient. Ah well, she thought, moving back inside the room and closing the door. It wasn’t really that important.
Finally getting her shirt buttoned and tucked into her jeans, Emma grabbed her jean jacket and headed for the nurse’s desk.
The nurse was waiting for her. “Here you are, Ms. Shane. We’ll see you again at the end of August.” She handed her a small appointment reminder card. “If you have any problems before then, be sure to give us a call. Of course, you know the procedure about getting your labs done the week before the appointment, right?”
“That I do,” Emma said, shoving the little white card with her next appointment written on it into her wallet. “I swear you people aren’t happy unless you’re sticking me with needles or running some weird tests.” She shoved her wallet back into her purse and grinned at the nurse.
“And if you don’t be good, we’ll be poking you with even more needles.” She smiled at her and waved her off. “Go enjoy what’s left of the day, Ms. Shane. It’s gorgeous outside.”
“That it is. I may even take a walk by the lake.” She gave her a wave and headed in the direction of the elevators. A walk by the water might be nice. Then maybe stop and grab a glass of wine somewhere. Well, wine was a thought anyway. She wasn’t allowed alcohol yet. Wait, the doc had said she could have one glass once in a while. No overdoing it.
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