Paging Dr. Hot by Sophia Knightly Read Free Book Online Page B

Elise Richards while she’s on maternity leave, so I’ll be meeting more doctors. Maybe some eligible ones,” I add to cheer Mom up.
    I listen to the second message. It’s from Chloe. “Frankie, call me. I just had the weirdest conversation with Harrison. He thinks you’re really cute, but a little nutty. I wonder why?” She giggles. “Anyway, when I asked what happened, he started laughing and told me to ask you. So I’m asking you— what happened ?”
    Great. Now Harrison thinks I’m nutty, which is worse than being considered a flake. I punch in Chloe’s cell phone number, but I get her voice mail again.
    I woke up this morning with the beginning of a headache and now it’s major. Even the light bothers my eyes. I give Romeo water and his favorite chewy treat and once he’s cuddled on my bed, I take a quick shower.
    I close the shades and change into my nightgown. Then I take ibuprofen for my headache and massage some tea tree oil on my temples. Romeo looks so cute on my bed, bundled in his blanket with his little pointy snout peeking out. His dark chocolate eyes beckon me to join him.
    I sink down beside Romeo and pull the sheet over my face when I feel a sudden, electrifying stab in my right temple. I sit up, clutching that side of my head. What was that? I wait a few seconds and nothing happens. No sooner do I lie down again, telling myself it was a random pain nothing more, when the phone rings. I fumble in the dark to answer it, but the answering machine gets it first.
    It’s my dear boss, Antoinette. “Francesca, we snagged an interview with Dr. Brian Gottlieb, the neurosurgeon. He’s being honored tonight at the Healthsouth Gala for a procedure he invented to remove hard-to-reach brain tumors. Your ticket will be at the front desk of the Ritz Carlton in Key Biscayne. The gala starts at eight. Don’t be late. Dr. Champlain at Channel Four is fuming that we got the first interview. Call me.”
    A neurosurgeon? Is God sending me to him because something might be wrong with my head? Is the stab a sign of something serious? No, stop it now. Stop making yourself crazy with “what-ifs” . This is the chance of a lifetime—an interview with a renowned neurosurgeon. It’s more than social reporting—Dr. Gottlieb’s procedure will save lives!
    I begin to feel better and my headache subsides a bit. All my life my addiction has been watching the news. I would have loved to be a jet-setting reporter, but I tend to avoid dangerous situations and I’m sure that has hampered my getting ahead as a serious journalist.
    Now this has fallen in my lap. I’m thrilled to be the first to snag the interview with a life-saving brain surgeon.
    I wonder if he’s single…

Romeo: Rowrrrr, I have a man crush. Harrison came to my rescue, not once, but twice. First in the middle of a stormy night…well it was actually clear, but stormy sounds more exciting. I am mortified that I almost drowned today. The side of the pool was too high for me to climb out of and I swallowed gallons of water. It sucks being short.
    I feel better now. The room is dark, I have Francesca all to myself and we’re ready to snooze. Poor girl got a bad headache after her ordeal in the park, but hey, what about my humiliation? Dr. Hamme and his pushy dog, Trouble, better stay away from us or next time I will bite them.
    On the other hand, Harrison’s dog, Scout, is alpha all the way. I could learn a few tricks from that top dog…

Chapter Five
    So it turns out that Dr. Brian Gottlieb is single. He’s good-looking too—mid-thirties with wavy brown hair and brilliant hazel eyes. He’s tall, fit and looks great in a black tux. His hairline is receding a tiny bit, but it gives him an air of intelligence and his trimmed goatee balances his face. I’m glad he’s at the ball without a date—at least that’s what the elderly lady next to me whispered with a meaningful wink. She patted her coiffed silver hair and added, “He’s quite a