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“You’re my last hope. All the other surgeons I’ve consulted turned me down, too.” His entire demeanor changes as his body pulls taut. But I hold his gaze, conveying all the desperation and pain I’ve learned to live with for the past four years. “I need you. Please, just think about it. Give me time to earn the rest of the money you need to perform the surgery.” “It’s not about the money,” he clips, turning away. Is he saying the surgery is too risky? “But you take risks. You heal the broken.” At least that’s what I’ve heard. A tear slips down my cheek, just thinking about walking out of here without his help. His heavy gaze tracks the tear as it falls to my chest. “I can’t heal you, Halle.” His gaze lifts as he pulls in a weighted breath. “I’m sorry.” Maybe it was the fact that I traveled eight hundred miles on a bus with no radio or the fact I was so excited for this appointment, I only got two hours of sleep. Whatever the case, the thread of sanity I had left, snaps. “You suck!” I snatch the stack of cash tied together with a hair tie off his desk and stuff it back inside my purse. “You know what, Dr. Potter? You can go to hell. You’re not the man the media said you were. You’re a liar… just like every other man.” I might be a little jaded in the men department. The corner of his full mouth pulls up in a lazy tilt as if he’s enjoying my meltdown in his office. And it flips my freaking crazy switch. Again. “F*** Yooooou!” This time he does smile, softly chuckling as he takes me by the upper arm and guides me to the door, throwing it open and yelling, “Serena!” I huff. “Sounds like Serena thinks you should go f*** yourself, too.” Warm breath coasts across my neck, tickling the sensitive spot under my ear. “Like you, Ms. Belle, Serena requires one thing from me—my skillful hands.” He shoves me forward, and I flip around to meet his eyes, swirling with emotion. “I’ll save you a seat in hell, Ms. Belle.” He flashes me a wink that I’m embarrassed to admit sends tingles down low. “Right next to mine.” And then he closes the door in my face, effectively ending our appointment. This mother—ahh! I beat my fists on the back of his office door. My behavior is entirely unprofessional, but Dr. Potter’s was unprofessional, too. How dare he insinuate that my actions are worthy of a fiery eternity. I came here to Texas for him. The newspaper promised he was different and wasn’t like all the other surgeons I’d seen before. He would see through my past and change my future. And he refused. He was a coward, just like the rest of them. All of this. Quitting my job, moving across the country, leaving my parents, my home, my entire life behind was all for nothing. A sob bubbles up in my chest, but I swallow it down. I will not cry outside Dr. Potter’s door. I will not give him another reason to think I’m unstable. I’m not. I’m hopeful. And utterly devastated. Inhaling, I situate my purse on my shoulder and stand up straight like a lady. My mother would be appalled that I used the F-word and insulted a world-renowned surgeon. But she didn’t see the way he looked at me as if our meeting was a complete waste of time after I had worked and saved for years, waiting eight months just to get on his calendar for a consultation. I know what I’m asking him to do isn’t critical. It won’t save my life, but it has the potential to change it irrevocably. I’ve earned something good, and he took it from me with one sentence. I can’t help you. Of course, I was going to act crazy. This surgery has been all I’ve thought about for the past four years. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. More than a new car, a flashy career, or a home of my own. I want a fresh start—a blank canvas. And Dr. Potter, the fixer of broken things—the man who can mold a woman into perfection—was the only person who could give me back my dream. And he said no. Not even that he’d think about it or consider it later when I had the full payment for the surgery insurance would not cover. Just. No. I hadn’t expected a no. I expected what the newspaper touted. A brilliant surgeon. A master sculptor. Dr. Potter was supposed to take on the challenge and change my life like he’s done for countless others, but he refused. Why? What makes my case so different than others I’ve heard about? “Let me guess, he ordered a sandwich on rye, and you delivered wheat?” My gaze whips to my left, and I find a grin with a head full of dark, messy hair. “Oh, I’m not a delivery girl.” His grin widens as he gives me a once-over. “I know, sweetheart. It just makes escorting you out of the building less awkward.” Ah. I nod. “You’re security?” He certainly doesn’t look like a Serena. He motions to the hallway to my right. “Nope. Just a dutiful brother.” “Brother?” I give the dark-haired man another look. “You’re Dr. Potter’s brother?” His mouth tightens. “Afraid so.” I wouldn’t want to admit I was the rude-ass’s brother, either. I drag my feet as I follow him down the hall. “Did he ask you to remove me from the premises?” “Ha. Vance would never ask me anything. Trust me, you don’t want to be next to that door when he finally decides to come out.” “So, Dr. Potter does this often? Throwing women out of his office and all?” A similar version of Dr. Potter looks down at me from his impressive height of likely six-foot. “Actually, I can’t say that I’ve ever escorted one of Vance’s patients out.” Great, so it’s just me he hates. “I’m not his patient,” I explain. “He refused me.” Like his brother, this kind stranger’s dark brows pinch together. “Vance refused to treat you?” I nod. “Yep.” Running a hand down his face, confusion lingers in his eyes. Clearly, that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. “Huh.” 🖤 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 🖤 "If you love sassy, strong, smart heroines, then you must read the Potter...This book had me feeling every emotion and was super-steamy. I loved the banter as well as the angst, and kept turning the pages to see what would happen next." —Read Me Romance, Amazon Reviewer "I loved this book. It's full of fierce emotions, raw genuineness, humor, heartache, heart and hope. It packs a huge emotional punch straight to your heart simply because it all feels so agonizingly real and endlessly relatable. [...]these characters will have you all up in your Feels." —Aunt G, Amazon Reviewer "OMG!!! When Kristy Marie writes a story, look for some laughs, a crazy honest woman who tells you like it is and a grumpy but loving male. The potter will give you all of this and more." —Shaez, Amazon Reviewer

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