Harkham's Corner (Harkham's Series Book 3) by Chanse Lowell, Lynch Marti Read Free Book Online Page B

into an examination room. “How are you today?” he asked her.
    “I’m good now . I swear that smile of yours always makes me happy.” Her face lit up as she took a seat.
    “Well, I got this smile on my face because you’re always so patient with me.”
    She laughed and sighed at the end. “Oh, you are too sweet. How many cavities will you give my sweet tooth today?”
    He cocked his head. “I’m not a dentist, so you shouldn’t be here for cavities, but I’ve got an extra tooth brush I can give you to help out. It’s unopened. Want me to get it and give it to you?”
    She laughed harder. “Sounds like I better see my dentist tomorrow.” She winked.
    Adam rubbed his jaw and turned away. “I don’t have cavities, and I drink soda,” he told himself.
    She cackled. “Turn around and say that to my face. I can’t believe how adorable you are.”
    He curled over his laptop. “Uh . . . Maybe later. Let’s get your blood pressure instead.”

Chapter 4
     
    Mrs. Fahey—a patient of his dad’s. Oh Lord, how Adam wished she’d find a new doctor’s apprentice to bother.
    He ground his teeth together.
    All Adam knew was she made him uncomfortable with those stares of hers as he worked.
    “Are you going to finish on that computer, or are you playing games with me?” she called out.
    He cleared his throat and turned around.
    She was young. Probably younger than Mari. She wore her long blonde hair down today, and it was so straight he wondered if she pressed it between books like the way people pressed flowers and made them all flat and preserved.
    That was always fun to do.
    Her light green eyes studied him.
    “You’re nervous. Do I make you that way?” She chuckled.
    “No,” he replied, his voice shaky.
    “Those deep blue eyes don’t lie to me. Come say that to my face,” she replied, pointing at the spot right before her.
    “Why don’t you hop up on the examining table, and I’ll get your vitals now,” he suggested by means of distraction.
    “I’ll need your help. My hip is bruised again.” She jutted out her bottom lip.
    He walked over to her, set his lab coat aside so it wouldn’t get rumpled, then grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up with one very swift, ungraceful movement.
    He tried to ignore the fact she was very curvy, and she almost looked like an upside down pear with a lot of cleavage on display. Fruit had peels for a reason—to stay modest.
    “My God—you really are too beautiful for words, Adam.” Her voice lowered.
    “There are words. You just used them, and thank you, but men don’t like to be called beautiful. It’s too girlie and not tough. Did you not notice that I’m a man?”
    “I definitely noticed.” She raked her eyes over him from chest to groin. He turned away from her. “Okay, how about handsome?” she asked.
    He turned back around, and she reached her hand out toward his face.
    What was this all about? No! Not okay!
    He jerked backward. Was she going to touch his cheek or maybe his jaw?
    “I’m married, and so are you. That means I only touch your wrist to check blood pressure, pulse and then I might swipe your forehead to check temperature with a gadget, but that’s it. I noticed you’re a woman right away, and I don’t flirt with other women when I already have one of my own whom I love very much.”
    She yanked the side of her pants down.
    He turned away and held his breath, closing his eyes in the process.
    “But what about my hip? I’ve fallen down again. I need you to look at it and tell me how to make it better. You’ll need to touch me there, doctor.”
    “I’m not a doctor,” he said through his teeth, his jaw clenched tight. “I’ll go get you my dad. He’s a real one. I’m just an assistant.” He wanted to scream at her, I’m a man, not a dentist. I’m an apprentice, not a doctor. Remember those things, or I can’t help you! You’re young enough you should be able to remember those things easily.
    “Oh come on . . .