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  Doctor’s Orders

  Dr. Sawyer

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Doctor’s Orders

  Dr. Sawyer

  Medical Doctor Romance

  By

  Brittany Dreams

  Copyright 2019 by Brittany Dreams

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity of real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Description

  St. Michael’s Hospital. Home of the sexiest doctors known to man.

  It was the place where perfection came in the form of Dr. Devon Sawyer.

  Him with his sexy charm, the body of a Greek god, and the masterpiece of a man he was.

  Definitely perfection.

  We met in our intern year.

  He tossed a coin and it landed on heads, and I played a game of truth or dare.

  We were a match made in heaven.

  Or, so I thought until he left me.

  It finished me off when I got an invitation to his wedding a year later.

  It took all the strength in me to accept the invite.

  After all, we were friends first before we became lovers.

  It took even more strength, however, not to fade away when he came back three months before the wedding and told me it was off.

  Then he asked me to come back to him.

  It’s come full circle, back to the point where we parted.

  The problem was me…

  I couldn’t tell him I loved him because I was worried he’d hurt me.

  Falling for him once felt like a mistake.

  What will falling for him twice do to me now I know what it’s like for him to break me?

  Chapter 1

  Devon

  My grandfather told me there was always that one girl you met in life that got you.

  One person who existed who felt like they were made just for you. You completed each other and you didn’t need time to tell you how you should feel.

  You’d know from hello that she was yours.

  I’d met my person like that.

  I actually did.

  My person, my girl, was a crazy as I was. Zany.

  That was what I called it.

  While she loved a good game of Truth or Dare, I had my lucky coin. The same coin that guided me to her when it landed on heads three years ago when I first laid my eyes on her.

  As such, I was supposed to go up to the beautiful girl who was in the same shoes as me on the first day of our medical internship and talk to her.

  It was that simple. Just talk to her.

  It was easy since we’d both wanted to be surgeons so at least that was one major thing we’d had in common.

  Talking was the first thing.

  That was the first thing to seal the bond and within seconds I wanted her to be mine.

  It was such a shame that she wasn’t the woman I asked to marry me.

  The woman I actually ended up asking to marry me cheated on me a little over a month ago with my brother.

  Yes…my brother.

  No wonder I was so messed up.

  Confused, disappointed…heartbroken.

  It was that last part that got me. Heartbroken.

  I was definitely that for all the reasons I should be after walking in on my brother, who I’d looked up to all my life, and my soon to be wife in bed together. But, also for another reason.

  It was because I let myself down and part of me thought I should have seen it coming.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, bringing me out of my daze.

  I straightened up against the soft leather of my chair and reached for my phone.

  On the preview on the screen I could see the panicked words from my best friend, Rory, leaping off the page.

  Dude you can’t just message after a month and leave me in suspense. Where are you!!!!

  I pulled in a slow breath and released it even slower.

  I was contemplating what to say to him. If I told him where I was then he’d come and get me. It was understandable, I would have done the same thing if he’d disappeared for a month like I had.

  I practically dropped off the face of the earth. Couldn’t speak to anyone. I told Rory what happened and I was guessing Todd, my perfect brother, would do the rest.

  Tonight I just wanted to see one person.

  The girl. The first girl. The only girl.

  I was grateful she was still friends with me after the way I’d left and ended our relationship.

  I think I was confused from then too.

  Same as I was now sitting in this restaurant waiting for her. It would be the first time we’d seen each other in two years. The day I thought I’d see her was supposed to be on my wedding day in two months.

  The phone buzzed again in my hand.

  Rory: Bro, please answer. I’ve been worried.

  Devon: I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll come by.

  Rory: Can I call you?

  Devon: No.

  The blue dots started jumping almost immediately.

  Rory: Okay. Cool. Let me know if you need me. See you tomorrow.

  I put the phone away.

  We’d had this written code between us; there was an unwritten one too. It was one where we could say stuff to each other like: I’m going away for a while so don’t panic if you don’t hear from me.

  He knew what it was like to want to get gone for a while and not be in the presence of people who you knew cared about you. Rory did that for close to a year after we graduated high school. It was after his dad got killed while on duty in Afghanistan.

  What happened to me wasn’t nearly as bad as him, but I knew he understood.

  I lifted my head and looked out to the maître’d.

  I was actually surprised he didn’t recognize me.

  Kelly and I used to come here a lot when we were together.

  So many different faces must have come here. Going in and out of the place.

  Maybe he’d recognize her when she got here.

  Maybe she’d come back with someone else. A guy who wasn’t me.

  I had no
right to feel any type of way. It was a given that she’d moved on. She was supposed to.

  I glanced down at my watch and saw it was five minutes to eight. She’d agreed to meet at eight.

  I was early. I’d gotten here a whole hour early, not for any specific reason other than to be here.

  I got back to Chicago this morning. Two weeks ago, when I’d decided I would be going home, I’d arranged for an apartment closer to work. It was right near the hospital and the department I’d be working in so that was a plus.

  The other plus was no one knew where I lived. Yet.

  I got back this morning after a two-hour flight from L.A. and went to my new home.

  The first thing I did was message Kelly to ask if she was free to meet later.

  Strange…I knew that. You couldn’t get stranger than messaging your ex-girlfriend after you’d been gone for a month, because the thing that sent you away was your cheating fiancée.

  I lifted my head again and that was when I saw her.

  There she was. She’d just come through the door and was talking to one of the other waiting staff who pointed to me.

  There was quite a distance between us but when she looked at me our eyes locked just like they did that first day.

  The beautiful Kelly Parker looked over at me and I swore I could see that twinkle in her eyes that only sparked for me.

  The waiter ushered her over and I stood, watching her making her procession toward me.

  Her long brown hair flowed around her like a cape, complimenting her perfect figure that was enhanced in the sexy black dress that hugged her tiny frame. Sexy and perfect were the essence of her. I didn’t think the woman knew how to be anything other than that.

  Add her wit, and the quirky but fiery personality to the mix, and I knew I should be kicking myself for breaking up with her.

  Bright blue eyes sparkled with delight as she came closer, and a smile spread across her beautiful face.

  It was nice, but and nicer that she practically skipped into my arms when she reached me.

  “Devon,” she bubbled.

  She’d hugged me and was just backing away when I pulled her back for another hug.

  The waiter left us and I held her closer. Maybe a little too close. Maybe a little too hard.

  She laughed against my ear and I lifted my head to look at her properly.

  When she chuckled again I released her.

  “Hi,” I breathed.

  “Hey. That was a nice hello.” She smiled but there was a dullness to her expression that I never missed.

  “I missed you,” I replied. I never meant to make it sound so desperate. I couldn’t help it. Truth was speaking for itself.

  “I missed you too. It’s been awhile.” She nodded. “Long time.”

  Too long. “Yes.” I held her gaze then pulled out her chair so she could sit.

  I sat in front of her and tried my best not to look like the hell I’d been through.

  “Thanks for coming on such short notice,” I said, keeping my gaze on her.

  “It’s fine. I was actually free tonight. I’m more organized. Me…can you believe it? Look.” She pulled out a little leather pocket organizer from her purse and showed it to me. With a light giggle she flicked through it and made a show of pointing to the date and time section where she’d listed what she was doing today. “See, look at me.”

  I laughed. It was because I’d always maintained that pocket organizers were the way to go and she argued that it was too regimented.

  She didn’t want some book telling her what to do. As if it was really the book that was giving orders.

  “My God. This could be the twilight zone. What made you crack?”

  She placed a hand to her head and shook her head. “Please, don’t laugh. I turned up to the wrong surgery and got my exams mixed up last year. There I was thinking I was fine when I had not just the time mixed up, but the day too. I ended up standing through a whole four-hour leg surgery. It was too late to do anything by the time I realized it.”

  I laughed even though I knew I wasn’t supposed to. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.”

  “Yes you do.” She smirked. “It was funny. I imagined you telling me it served me right and if I’d had an organizer or some record at hand of what I was doing then that wouldn’t have happened to me. So I bought this little guy.” She flicked it in her hand and put it back in her bag.

  An edge of tension then filtered the space between us.

  I sat straighter and maintained my smile.

  “It sounds good, Kelly. So…how are you?”

  She gave me that one shoulder sassy shrug she used to give. It was one of her trademark habits and boy had it looked out of place amongst a group of general surgery interns when we met.

  There we were, all serious and ready to go, while she was acting like she was in fashion school. Or modeling school. Beautiful with sass. It gave the impression that she was a rich girl who probably bought her way in. She sure put everyone in their place with her knowledge, however, as she’d explained her take on modern advances in trauma surgery. The woman backed it up with research she’d considered her morning reading.

  I would never forget the shock on everyone’s face. Including our mentor.

  “I’m good. I’m seriously looking forward to this year. Fourth year of residency! One more year to go and I get my dream. I love it Devon, I love being a surgeon. I love the hospital. I love everything about it. Of course there were many times when I felt like I’d hit a stumbling block and it was tough to get my head around stuff, but I feel like I’m past that.” She nodded with a wide smile.

  Her explanation and the passion in which she spoke showed how she’d grown in herself and abilities over the last three years.

  “Wow. That sounds amazing Kelly. I knew you’d be this badass surgeon.” I smiled at her.

  “Thank you. I aim to please. What about you? I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last saw you.”

  And the last time was not good.

  Our little meeting here was based off a rebuild of friendship from phone calls. It wasn’t down to our last face to face.

  That had been horrible. My parents worked for the U.N. A job came up that I couldn’t refuse. It was a medical camp in the Middle East. I was a few weeks away from finishing my internship when I got the offer. I’d be out there in the field and the best part was the training would count toward my residency because of the team that was going. It was an eighteen-month-long program doing something that would add to my career as a doctor, not just a surgeon. It even counted toward my residency.

  Great stuff, but I had her. I held off telling her because I didn’t want to leave her. We’d met at the hospital and were together for eleven months but it could have been eleven years. I was serious about her, very serious about her. It just wasn’t clear if she was serious about me. I got why she was like that, and why she had commitment issues given her past with her parents. That was what made me take the leap to go. But, it was the way I did it.

  I waited until the week before I had to go to tell her. All because I wanted to see if she would wait for me, come see me, or just hold out for me.

  Sadly…it was a no. I knew it would have been a no, so we had a big fight and I left.

  The worst thing was hoping she’d tell me she loved me when I asked her how she felt about me and hearing her say she cared deeply for me.

  She couldn’t say love. The word…she just couldn’t. I guessed it was because she didn’t feel it.

  “Wow, I didn’t know you could be silent for so long…” Her eyes widened. “Either you’re thinking about all the great things you want to tell me with your upcoming wedding, or there’s so much to tell me you don’t know where to start.” She giggled.

  “Sorry…a lot’s happened. A lot has been happening.” My voice took on a rasp and I cleared my throat.

  She looked back at me with expectancy, her
eyes willing me to elaborate. “But that’s good right?”

  “Not so much.”

  “Why not? I know I would be on cloud nine if it were me getting married.” Another shrug lifted her shoulders again and a chuckle when I gave her a quizzical look.

  “Would you?” I asked as a challenge. It may have sounded like a weird question to the casual bystander but it wasn’t.

  I’d been out of her life for two years, but I knew her, and knew that to be a lie.

  “Devon, you know me. It would be wrong of me to cast on you my opinions of marriage when you’re getting married. It’s rude. So allow me the lie. Let’s just pretend I would be.”

  I had to laugh at that.

  The woman could never tell me she loved me and she made it pretty clear that she didn’t plan to get married. Ever.

  Hearing that sort of mantra was just the kind of thing to make a guy lose his shit over a woman he was crazy for.

  It took me awhile to analyze her thinking; that part came after I’d left. I realized that Kelly was the kind of woman who liked the idea of being with someone but when the time came to take the leap and decide you were in it for the long haul she would bow out.

  What was worse was I’d never been able to figure her out. I never knew if she actually loved me, or just the idea of me. That was why I broke up with her. I just didn’t think it was healthy for either of us to stay in a relationship where we both wanted different things.

  No point asking her to wait for me or visit me if the love wasn’t there.

  That was why I decided it was best for me to break up with her, leave, and do my best to forget her.

  That was how I opened my heart to Melanie.

  It was also where I went wrong.

  “So, you going to tell me how you are?” she pressed. “I thought I might see you at the end of the aisle waiting for your beloved in two months.”

  It was time to tell her. This was why I wanted to meet. I needed someone who wasn’t my family, and not Rory.

  I just needed someone else who knew me.