Chapter 19- Something To Be Proud Of

Amberleigh thought it was the beginning of a bad joke, a chef, a hooker, two gangsters, and a billionaire walk into a bar. Well, there technically was a self-service latte bar at the fancy medical complex, but it was really just her exhausted mind running away with her that night. Or more correctly, that morning as they were on the cusp of dawn. She would need to make a stop at that latte bar or violence was likely to happen.

And that violence was in danger of being directed at a certain man whom she wondered how she’d ever found him attractive. As Dr. Gainey let them in the back door, Amber had to resist the urge to take those same nails -she’d dug into her palms on the brutal drive here while listening to Grayson’s jagged breaths during each bump- and not rake them down the doctor’s face. How had she ever found the thirty-something man with the small, dark beady eyes, and full lips that spoke lies with a smile, in a velvet voice, worthy of her appreciative gazes and flirting? She de