“Okay, I get it. But when I found out I was having multiples, he came highly recommend. He specializes in high-risk pregnancies.”
Marti nodded, letting the subject drop. Mel started her job at PopNewz after she had the triplets, so Marti hadn’t been around for that particular thrill ride, but from the sounds of it, it was pretty awful. Discovering you were having triplets would be enough cause for concern. Having your husband ditch you the day after you got home from the hospital? That was just all kinds of wrong.
By the time Mel got the position working with them, it was three months post-babies and three months since he left her. She hadn’t exactly wanted to talk about him, which was fine for Marti because she wasn’t exactly the touchy feely talk-about-your-emotions type. That was Caroline’s job.
“Well, I’ll be the judge of how cute Dr. Hottie is. I mean, what are the odds? I know I’ve never seen a truly cute Gynie before. He’s probably just okay. And if he is that good looking and a lady-doctor, then he’s gotta be a total perv, right?”
Mel chuckled. “So unattractive men can’t be pervs?”
Marti pursed her lips. “Whatever. My point stands.”
Marti took another sip of coffee just as a small knock on the door filled the room. When the nurse and doctor entered, Marti’s gaze slid to the door, and she choked. Like, really choked. Coffee in her windpipe, bent over, hacking up a lung, choked.
Spluttering, she pounded on her chest as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Mel just glared at her. The oxygen to Marti’s brain was depleting by the second, and she didn’t even care.
“You okay?” the doctor asked, and though it would seem the question of a concerned healthcare professional, Marti knew better. She heard the sound of barely repressed laughter behind his words. She knew those eyes. That face. That voice.
Logan.
There was no doubt in her mind, he was thoroughly amused with her wheezing, and dang it, she wanted to stare him down. Shoot daggers at him with her eyes. Smack him in the back of the head with the uterus replica on the counter. But she couldn’t. She wasn’t even capable of looking at him. Not while she hacked away on her Breakfast Blend right in front of him, red-faced, forehead dotted with sweat, only inches from death.
She leaned forward, hands on her knees, unable to stop. All she could do was raise an arm like some kind of road flare and nod like an idiot, before continuing to pound on herself like a gorilla.
A second later, she got it together. She stood tall, her throat raw. The oxygen rattled in and out of her lungs as she smoothed her rumpled t-shirt like she could somehow make herself look cool and collected, and not completely mortified. If any luck, she’d aspirate and not have to face him.
No such luck.
Taking a deep breath, she willed the heat in her cheeks to fade as she turned and risked a glance at him. His disgustingly beautiful green eyes glittered with amusement.
Mel flashed her a knowing smirk, one that said, I told you so. The smug brat.
“You!” Marti hissed and pointed at him before she could keep her mouth shut.
He chuckled softly, extending a hand, which Marti ignored. “I’m Dr. Love, Melanie’s doctor,” he said, his expression sobering.
Melanie. He was trying to be professional. How nice.
Marti snorted. “Of course that’s your last name.”
Mel frowned while Dr. Logan-freaking-Love smiled and the nurse looked at Marti like she had Tourette’s. All three of them probably thought she was completely insane.
“Wait. Do you two know each other?” Mel glanced between them.
“Er, what?” Marti cocked her head and blinked like she had no clue what Mel just said. “Oh, him?” Her eyes widened, the picture of innocence.
Her cheeks burned, and she could all but feel Logan’s gaze like a laser beam against her face. When she risked a glance, his expression was one of triumph. Clearly, he th
ought her evasion meant something. Well, newsflash, buddy, she had no reason to deny meeting him, so with a casual wave of her hand, she said, “This is Logan.”
Mel sat there a moment, frowning. “Oh.” Then as she fully grasped what Marti meant, she gasped. “You mean, Pub-Logan?”
Marti nodded.
Mel tipped her head back and laughed. “Wow. That is epic.”
Yeah, it was epic, alright. The smug turd was an OBGYN. He probably impregnated women just looking at them. In fact, she’d like to see a study on his patient’s fertility rates. Marti was willing to bet they were higher than the average female. His patients simply needed to schedule an appointment with him and their ovaries would explode. He was probably so egotistical, he donated his own sperm to his patients for artificial insemination.
Marti shot him a dirty look, hoping he’d notice. He did, to which he responded with a smirk.