First, do no harm. Unless the star quarterback smiles at you like that.
I'm Dr. Camille Landry, New Orleans' top orthopedic surgeon. In my OR, everything is controlled, sterile, and exactly where I want it.
Then Wyatt Holt walks into my exam room with an injured shoulder.
Superstar quarterback. Trouble in cleats. A smile that should require informed consent: Side effects may include: elevated heart rate, impaired judgment, inappropriate workplace fantasies, and sudden inability to remember why you have rules. Sign here to ruin your life.
Good thing I’m immune.
But somewhere between the rehab sessions, the arguments about his recovery timeline, and that one shirtless ice-bath incident I'm still trying to scrub from my memory, the lines start to blur.
I don't do feelings. I don't do complications. I definitely don't fall for a man whose career depends on keeping my hands professional.
Too bad no one told my heart.