BRYCE REACHED THE HOSPITAL’S car park, then walked into the doctor’s on-call room like he belonged. The Aussie “doctor” introduced himself to a young intern.
‘I’m Dr. Cameron from Queensland. Where can I hang my leather jacket and where can I get scrubs?’
He was so darn self-assured that the young intern could not have guessed he wasn’t a medical staff.
‘In that room, there,’ said the intern, pointing.
He moved his ass to the room to change.
The young intern was mesmerised by the easy catwalk that she felt giddy. The doctor was eye-candy: bluey-green eyes, tanned skin, muscles in the right places and a scarred face that could launch a thousand Calvin Klein ad campaign.
He came out dressed in doctor’s scrubs.
‘See you later ... Time to do my rounds.’
Bryce casually looked around unt
