Scandalous Scotsman

The ER was packed, but when I saw Nurse Bridget, one of my students' mothers, I pleaded my case and she hurried me into an examination room.

An hour later, I left on crutches with a bruised ass, a fractured ankle, and an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon at four p.m.

Arriving fifteen minutes late for that appointment, I heard the sexy yet very brash accent of a man who clearly had an obsession with punctuality and, apparently, no bedside manner.

Dr. Ethan Stewart, tall, copper-haired, sinfully sexy ... was a total ass.

After a tongue-lashing about how irresponsible I was to, first, leave the ER with such an injury, and second, be late, I put him in his place ... or so I thought.

Turned off by his arrogant attitude, turned on by the roguish glint in his green eyes and the way he spoke, I left his office a hot ... and wet mess.Upon exiting, my phone rang again. It was the same number from before, and I couldn't help answering to give the caller a piece of my mind.

Once in my car, I hung up, tossed my phone on the passenger seat, and then looked out the window to see him with his phone to his ear and a grin spread across his far too handsome face.

It couldn't be ...

Could it?