Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“Alright then,” he says, not bothering to look up. When he’s zoned in, he’s zoned in. There’s no distracting this man. “Why don’t you finish this autopsy? I want to look over your techniques, make sure you haven’t been getting sloppy during your night shift.”
I laugh. “Sloppy? Me? Never!”
Dr. McKullan chuckles to himself. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he says. “Now go scrub in, and you can take over.”
I don’t waste a second, hurrying across the morgue to get prepared, and before I know it, I’m back and ready to go. I settle in beside Dr. McKullan, and despite him already being well and truly into the autopsy, he has me start from scratch, meticulously looking over my skills while silently nodding in approval.
“Were you planning on explaining why you felt the need to come in an hour before your shift and search every crevice of my morgue?”
“Oh, umm . . . I was just making sure it was safe,” I say as I begin carefully removing the organs, but I realize too late that I forgot to filter the words falling out of my mouth.
“Safe?” he questions. “Have you been feeling unsafe? Has something happened?”
“No, no,” I rush out, lifting my gaze from the heart cradled in my hands. “Nothing happened. I just like to make sure everything is as it should be. You know, a girl can never be too cautious, especially when working the night shift.”
He narrows his gaze on me, and as his thick, graying brows furrow, I realize he’s more than aware that I’m lying to him, but he thankfully doesn’t push me on it like Knight did.
“Concentrate, Dr. Madden,” he murmurs, indicating down to the heart in my hands. “Never take your eyes off your work, especially when you have a heart in your hands. The slightest distraction could cause you to miss integral information.”
Fuck. I more than know better.
“Sorry,” I say, restarting my examination.
“Now, tell me what you see.”
Two and a half hours later, Dr. McKullan is just starting to pack up his things. He stayed almost an extra two hours after the end of his shift just to work with me, and I’ve never been so grateful. “You’re doing good work, Harper,” he tells me. “You’re going to go far in your career. Now, when you’re ready, close up and get started on the report. The detectives have been hounding me for this one for two days.”
“Will do,” I say with a nod.
Dr. McKullan offers me a slight nod, and a moment later, he swipes his access card against the card reader and a soft beep sounds through the morgue. The moment he’s gone, I call out to Siri to play Paramore and to crank the volume.
I get lost in my work, closing up the body before jumping straight into the report, and just as always, my work consumes me. I’m just finishing up the report when my phone chimes from my desk, stealing my attention away.
My gaze drops to the screen and a stupid smile pulls at my lips finding a new text from Big & Long Schlong #2, and an earlier one from Izzy.
She’s so fucking gross. But I’ll call her later and give her all the sordid details, which will probably turn into a three-hour conversation that will end with me needing to pour bleach into my ear holes.
For now, Big & Long Schlong #2 is requiring the rest of my attention.
I put my phone down as I wait for Laith’s response. He’s always been a little weird about sharing. It’s not the first time I’ve brought up wanting to explore a threesome, but he’s never really gotten on board with the idea. I don’t mind though.
When it comes to me and Laith, it’s only ever been about convenience. We get in, get the job done, and then we’re on our way. Adding a third . . . That’s where things could get complicated. Neither of us has the time to filter through our contacts to find someone we think would not only be down but make it worthwhile.
Laith’s text doesn’t come for a few minutes, but when it does, surprise pulses through my veins.
My brow arches. I expected him to either umm and ahh over it or completely shut the idea down, but the fact that he seems to be considering it has hope surging through me. Is there a chance I might actually get this?
A booming laugh tears through me, and I swing back in my desk chair as I prop my feet up on the lip of the bottom drawer of my desk. A million responses filter through my brain, and while I could console his fears and let him know that I respect his boundaries, I can’t resist the urge to tease.
His response comes a minute later with two simple words that have me cracking up even more.