Chapter Ten
The door to the MRI lab room shut behind Madison with a quiet snick. Inside her head, there was a loud whoosh, like water cascading down from a waterfall. Or the beads of a hot shower falling down her back because Madison felt like she’d stepped under a warm spray after Paul’s words.
Little read hearts? Tweety birds? Skipped beats.
Madison grinned at the memory. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, trying to hold back the grin spreading there. She brushed a tendril of hair out of her face like she was at a bar and trying to signal the cute guy to come over and buy her a drink.
How did that man have this kind of effect on her?
He certainly wasn’t the first patient to ever hit on her. But Madison had always easily shut the others down. The problem was, she liked spar
