Impossible Glamour by Maggie Marr Read Free Book Online Page B

my throat grew bigger. I glanced at my colleagues. Yep. At least I wasn’t the only one feeling this moment. Even Kazowski, whom I was pretty certain had donated her own heart to the organ-transplant program, looked as though her smile was tight as pain sliced through her eyes.
    “And what is this guy’s name?” Kazowski asked and reached out her hand to pet the golden.
    “Xander,” Mark said.
    She smiled. She looked at Dillon. “Mr. MacAvoy, it looks like you’ve made another great match. I’ve been Mark’s doctor for a long while, and he is a responsible young man with a huge heart. I know he’ll take great care of Xander.”
    Mark’s mom pressed her fingertips to her mouth and turned her head into her husband’s arm.
    Yeah. How to hold it together? I didn’t know. I clamped my lips together, my gaze trailing from Mark, Dillon, and then to Webber. He stood on the other side of Dillon at the head of the bed. His gaze locked with mine. My eyes widened. I shook my head, begging, no pleading, with my eyes, that Webzie please, please, please—
    “Hey, is that a Legend back there?”
    My heart toppled to my toes. Nope. Webber had no discretion or sense of decorum. To him, any publicity was good and that included calling me out at the most inappropriate time and in front of a doctor who seemed to loathe my famous family.
    Dillon turned away from Kazowski. “Hey, Ellen.” He stepped forward and through my classmates who might die from sensory overload due to the nearness of one of the biggest celebrities on the planet. He clasped me into a big hug. “I didn’t know this was part of med school.”
    I nodded. “Please,” I whispered into his ear, “don’t make a big deal.” He pulled back and his gaze caught mine. Dillon got it. He was a little bit more tuned in to other people’s needs than the Webzie.
    “Gotcha,” he whispered. He turned his back to me and focused on Kazowski. “Dr. Kazowski, thank you. This program has everything to do with your saying yes and letting us expand to UCLA.”
    Kazowski puffed up a little in front of everyone in the room.
    “We’ll get out of your way. Mark, you’ve got my number,” Dillon said. “You call me anytime you have any questions about taking care of Xander. I know he’s found an awesome home with you.”
    The boy, whose little body was failing, still had a whole lot of love to give. He grinned from ear to ear. “Thanks, Dillon. I’ll take good care of him.” His little hand stroked the side of Xander. The dog turned and licked Mark’s fingers.
    “I know you will.” Dillon nodded to Mark’s parents. “Webber, let’s give these doctors some room to do their thing.”
    Dillon turned toward the door and Webber followed. He stopped just in front of Kazowski. Please Webber, no, no, no…
    “You’re Dr. Kazowski?” Webber asked.
    Kazowski’s brow arched. I recognized that look because she often shot it my way. “I am.”
    “Wow, just wow. Ellen raves about you and what an amazing physician you are. This little guy has the best doc in the world, and these brainiacs”—Webber hitched his thumb toward all of us—“are lucky to learn from you.”
    He jutted out his hand and shook Kazowski’s. Her brows creased as though trying to determine if Webber was for real.
    “Really, I’m honored to meet the best surgeon in the world.”
    Kazowski’s brows slowly unfurrowed as she surmised that Webber was sincere.
    “Ellen”—Webber pointed to me—“see you at the wedding this weekend. Gonna rock that wedding out.” Webber winked and followed Dillon out of the room.
    I forced a smile onto my face. Every eye was on me. That was pretty low-key for Webber. I looked over at Kazowski. Webber might have just helped me out, because while the look on Kazowski’s face wasn’t exactly one of pleasure, it definitely wasn’t the hard glare I’d grown accustomed to receiving. I bent my head and looked at my notes. Best to try to keep a low profile for the