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Love with Me (With Me in Seattle #11)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Kristen Proby

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07GJSW596
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Best friends from college. Plus-ones since med school. A chance for something new…

Jace Crawford heals hearts for a living. More than that, medicine is his life. To become the leading cardiothoracic surgeon on the west coast, he’s made sacrifices. No social life. He barely has time to sleep. Love? Forget about it. But when everything goes horribly wrong on his table, and he unexpectedly loses a patient, Jace is suspended from work.

When a man has nothing but his job, what does he do when that’s gone?

Joy Thompson collects unwanted strays. A dog with one eye, a three-legged cat, a bird that swears like a sailor? All part and parcel of her veterinary business. It helps pass the time.
Until Jace calls out of the blue to ask her out on a real date. Spending extra time with him is dangerous. Her feelings for her best friend have always been stronger than simple companionship. If she gets attached, what happens when he goes back to work and leaves her behind?
But as the weeks progress, falling for each other is inevitable. This time, Jace’s heart is the one that will need fixing before both of them end up broken.

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With Me in Seattle Series by Kristen Proby

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~Jace~

“You could have given me notice,” Joy, my best friend of more years than I can count says from the passenger side of my little Audi as I drive us toward the party being thrown tonight for the hospital. “Do you know how hard it is to find someone to cover for me at the clinic in less than forty-eight hours?”

“I’m sorry, I thought I’d mentioned it before,” I reply with a sigh. “You didn’t have to come if it was a pain in the ass.”

She huffs, then taps my shoulder, and I glance down at her. Those green eyes of hers smile up at me.

“I’m sorry for flipping you shit. It’s been a week.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m seriously so proud of you, Jace.” She reaches over to squeeze my hand. “Being named the head of cardiothoracic surgery in your mid-thirties? Dude, you’re a rock star.”

I smirk, but her words mean the world to me. Joy has been my best friend since my freshman year of undergrad. She’s been with me through everything.

I pull into a circular driveway and give my keys to the young kid manning the valet, then Joy slips her hand through my arm, and we walk up the steps toward the party. “You look really pretty. I like this dress.”

“It’s my favorite,” she says with a smile, looking down at the little red number she’s wearing as we enter the ballroom. “And these heels will likely kill me, you’ve been warned.”

I laugh and pass her a glass of champagne, choosing a bottle of water for myself. “Seriously, thanks for coming with me. You never let me down when it comes to these things.”

“Getting dressed up is kind of fun,” she admits and sips her bubbly. Joy is as tall as my shoulder in her heels. Her honey-brown hair is wavy and styled perfectly, and she has minimal makeup.

Because she doesn’t need it.

She’s pretty and funny, and she’s the best friend a guy could ask for. Which is why we’re just friends.

I don’t need to fuck up a good thing with my libido.

“Also, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’m surprised your family isn’t here.”

I shift on my feet, looking around the room. All of the board members are here with their spouses. Colleagues from my department. People I respect and admire.

“They would have come,” I reply with a shrug, “but the family will have a private celebration next week. You’re invited, of course. What made your week bad?” I ask as we make our way to a long table set up with a spread of finger foods.

“A guy brought a carrier full of mice into the clinic, and they all got loose. It was chaos. One of the little suckers was elusive for two days.”

I laugh, picturing Joy chasing mice around her veterinarian clinic.

“It’s funny now, but at the time? Not so much. What about you?”

“Busy,” I reply with a sigh. “Very busy.”

“Because you’re the best cardiothoracic surgeon there is, proven by this shindig thrown in your honor tonight,” she replies with pride in her voice. “Of course, you’re busy. You should take a vacation.”

I snort. There will be no vacation for me for the foreseeable future. With this promotion comes a lot more work. We’re interrupted for the next two hours by colleagues and administrators, wanting to chat and network. Joy is intelligent and charming, another reason I take her to every formal function we have.

I’d be bored to tears without her.

“Congratulations, Jace,” Mick Leamon, my medical director, says as he approaches with his wife, Elizabeth.

“Thank you, sir. You remember my friend Joy Thompson?”

Joy shakes Mick’s hand with a smile, but he looks at me with confusion.

“Of course. Hello, Joy. Still nothing more than friendship here?”

“Oh,” Joy says with a laugh, waving him off. “No, Jace and I are old friends. I’m proud to be his date tonight.”

Mick relaxes with a smile and nods, slapping me on the shoulder with a wink.

“Good. Not that I can say this officially, but not having the entanglements of a young family will only benefit you in your new position as chief, Jace. If you thought we demanded a lot from you before—”

“I know,” I reply, already anticipating what he is about to say. “I should just sell my house and live in my office.”

We all laugh and settle into an easy conversation about the hospital, and the evening goes by quickly.

Exactly three hours after we arrived, after dinner and my speech and all of the well-wishes, Joy gives our it’s-time-to-leave sign.

She pulls on her earlobe, Carol Burnett-style. It’s our safe word for events like these.

Once we’re settled in my R8, and I’m driving back toward her house, she sighs.

“Another successful event. Are you working tomorrow?”

“Bright and early,” I confirm. “Tomorrow is full of routine surgeries. There shouldn’t be any surprises. I also have a couple of meetings. How about you?”


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