Hot To The Touch
Respect was a touchy issue for Phoebe Schneider. She'd been a skilled physical therapist for several years, and since no one had twisted her arm and forced her to become a masseuse, it was pretty crazy to complain. Maybe a lot of guys assumed that being a masseuse meant she was loose as a goose, but guys, by their hormonal nature, always indulged in wishful thinking.
At twenty-eight, Phoebe knew perfectly well how the world worked. She just had a little hot spot about the respect thing…say, the size of a mountain.
Today, though, was one of those rare, fabulous days when Phoebe felt so great about her job that any price she had to pay was worth it.
From the windows of the Gold River Hospital conference room, the Smokies loomed in the distance. The mountains were still shawled in snow, the wind still February sharp, but inside, the temperature was toasty. The pediatrics neurologist, pediatrics head and ICU nurse rubbed elbows at the table. Phoebe wasn't just the youngest of the group, but distinctly the only masseuse.
What tickled her pride bone most, though, was that they were all listening to her. Of course, they'd better &md ... read full excerpt from: Hot to the Touch ebook
