Free Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2 by Jayne Rylon

bring that to his life, I’ll be grateful.”
    “Then it’s settled.” Brielle nodded.
    “But aren’t you even the teensiest bit jealous? I mean, I have had insanely good sex with him and my husband. At the same time.” She might as well have buffed her bright red nails on her blouse along with the claim.
    “Enough.” Brielle stuck her fingers in her ears. “I’m trying to be polite, but I have my limits. I don’t think your husband would appreciate a catfight at his practice. I will pull your hair and scratch your eyes out if I have to.”
    “Thank God. I was afraid maybe you didn’t feel the same way about Luke as he does about you.”
    “You’re testing me?” Brielle bristled.
    “I told you, he’s more than just a buddy of my husband.”
    “Don’t worry. I can’t think about much other than him. It’s infuriating.”
    “Great. In that case, would you please call the man?” Becca lowered her face into her hands. “He’s going bananas waiting to hear from you. I’m not sure what kind of spell you put on him. Good job, though. He’s completely smitten. And afraid to chase you if you need room. Why haven’t you reached out?”
    “Do you think he’s only interested because of some weird pity thing?” Brielle hated that she voiced her concerns. Still, if anyone would know, Becca would.
    “Are you kidding?” The doctor looked more her age when she wrinkled her nose. “No way in hell. In our line of work, we see people every day that we empathize with. Never, and I mean never , has he sought more with a patient. You have no idea how irregular this is for him. Talk to him.”
    “I will.” She nodded when the lump in her throat prevented her from admitting she’d been afraid to dream so big.
    “Soon.” Becca stood as Kurt’s footsteps clicked toward them. “He wants to invite you to a function we have to attend tomorrow night. It’d be lovely to have you with us.”
    “What? Another date?” Brielle wasn’t sure which of the revelations to process first. “What kind of event is it?”
    “Becca was awarded top honors for most influential researcher of the year. Across all disciplines at the university.” Pride oozed from Kurt’s every pore when he mounted the stairs and hugged his wife from behind.
    “Don’t listen to him. We’re both receiving the accolade. It was his invention that made it possible. I was just along for the ride. His subject.” A blush stained her cheeks.
    “And don’t you forget it.” He laughed when she turned to smack his stomach, which didn’t flex a bit. What was it with these doctors and their commitment to being ultrafit? Damn.
    “So you’ll come?” Becca seemed eager for her answer. “With Luke?”
    “Let the woman talk to him directly, matchmaker. Break time is over, Dr. Foster.” Kurt tickled his wife. When she squealed, he scooped her into his arms and toted her easily up the rest of the stairs. He called down from above, “Fair warning, Brielle, I took a picture of your desk phone, with the extension showing, and texted it to Luke. You might as well call him before he caves. Save him a little face, would you?”
    “I left his number at home.” She couldn’t risk temptation that strong.
    “I jotted it on your blotter. So you’ll always have it.” He chuckled when Becca reached up to lay a big sloppy kiss on his cheek.
    “You sentimental fool,” she murmured, barely loud enough for Brielle to catch it. “I love you.”
    “Love you too, baby.” He stared at her with pure adoration until Brielle felt like the proverbial fly on the wall.
    “See you tomorrow.” Becca called over Kurt’s shoulder when he rushed them to their office and ducked inside.
    Brielle raced through the hall and to her desk. Flowers blossomed everywhere. Spring and the scent of happiness filled the air, covering the slight musk of her space. Two women popped in within seconds. “Those are gorgeous. Who sent them? Do you have a boyfriend?”
    They hadn’t