Oh, Baby!
"Be careful, Molly. Dr. Reynolds's bite is worse than his bark."
I spun around to see my friend Lissy Franklin hurry past me pushing a med cart. "Tiptoe softly," Lissy mouthed before turning into one of the birthing rooms on the third floor of the Bradshaw Medical Center.
I took a deep breath and recalled all I'd heard about Dr. Reynolds in the few short weeks he's been at Bradshaw General. It isn't pretty, at least not from my professional perspective.
He's a great ob-gyn physician, no doubt about that. His reputation preceded him from his former position at a large hospital in California. He's only been practicing medicine in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis-St. Paul for three months and already women are booked weeks in advance to be his patients. I, however, hadn't had a client who was his patient until today.
He's cute, too. Gorgeous, actually, with dark hair, impossibly blue eyes and a trim physique that, it's rumored, comes from running and working out two hours a day. Where a doctor gets time like that, I don't know, but maybe it helps take the edge off his temper. It's his personality that gets low points from all the nurses. He demands perfection and settles for ... read full excerpt from Oh, Baby! ebook
