Chapter Eighteen
Daisy
“Excuse me?” I asked, caught flat-footed by the doctor’s question.
“I asked if you’d like to have dinner with me,” Jeff Miller explained.
I was at a meeting at the hospital, reviewing the data on a different research study than the one Tristan was temporarily covering. Dr. Jeff Miller was rather handsome with his dark blonde hair, brown eyes and chiseled features. I’d bet he spent plenty of time at the gym too. I stared over at him, thinking that a few weeks ago, I’d have been flattered. Not that I felt a spark with him. I didn’t. Not even a little, but he was bright and handsome. Before Tristan, I’d have thought he was worth getting to know and would have wondered if things could develop into something real with him.
Instead, all I could think about was Tristan
