Yes, as stupid and irrational as it was, Julie thought his lack of a white lab coat had quite a bit to do with it all. “Are you a mind reader, Do-c?”
“Close.” He agreed.
“Look, if you just stop being Doctor Mason we’ll be fine.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, I AM Doctor Mason. There’s only one of me and that’s good because the world can’t handle two. I didn’t ask you to stop being who you are, did I?”
“No?” Julie looked down at the ring around her neck. “Then what’s this?” She looked up at him with sad eyes and he didn’t answer her. She looked toward the door. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
Ok, he asked her to stop sleeping around, but he intended to do the same—not that it was any big sacrifice on his part—he didn’t ask her to give up her livelihood for him. Maybe she wasn’t asking him to do that now. “How about if I stop trying to doctor you?” He wasn’t sure he could do that but he knew he could sneak around it if he had to like last night in the car when he examined her neck without her knowing it. A lover’s touch. A doctor’s touch. In the end, there wasn’t that much difference.
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