Anna came to an abrupt stop. She blinked, once. Twice.
Surely she'd misheard him.
“Who—what now?”
Pierce glanced at her, half-smiling. “He’s in Exam Room Three. You're pretty popular, Vegas.”
Anna’s lips tugged, then pressed together—a poor attempt at masking how flustered she was.
Oh, sweet mercy. Again?
God help this man if he thought the ER doubled as a dating service.
She blew out a breath, buried her face in her hands. “Okay. Reset. Doctor mode. You are a professional, Anna.”
A low chuckle broke the moment and she lifted her head.
“Are you talking to yourself?” Dr. Pierce asked with a tilt of his head.
“That’s what happens when you deal with men like him,” Anna said with an eye roll.
Dr. Pierce's smile widened as he fell into step beside her. “I've been meaning to a
