Anatomy of a Meet Cute by Addie Woolridge
ISBN: 9781662504570 (Trade Paperback)
ISBN: 9798400105005 (Audiobook on CD)
ASIN: B0BLZPXN6S (Audible audiobook)
ASIN: B0B68899C8 (Kindle edition)
Page Count: 331
Release Date: March 7, 2023
Genre: Fiction | Romance | Multicultural Romance | Romantic Comedy
Sparks fly when an ob-gyn butts heads with a doctor at her new hospital in this delightfully charming romance about bad timing, good friends, and fresh starts.
The last thing I ever expected was to insult a colleague before I even started a new job.
But here I am, already on thin ice after I mistook a fellow doctor for a patient on a bad drug trip. Oops.
No matter how handsome or infuriatingly aloof he is, Grant Gao isn’t going to spoil my fresh start. Instead, I’m going to keep myself (maybe too) busy with my roommates, work, and passion: starting a new program to improve pregnancy care in the community.
But getting the hospital bigwigs on board with my idea is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated, and I may be forced to swallow my pride and ask Grant for help.
But will working with Grant bring us closer, or will I be crushed under my ever-growing list of responsibilities?
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“If there is a doctor or a nurse on board, will you please ring the call button?”
The soothing voice of the flight attendant glided across Sam’s consciousness, jolting her out of her early-flight stupor. Pushing her sleep mask to the top of her head, she sat upright in her chair, stretching to her full height so she could look around the plane. No one else was ringing the call button. Shit.
Taking a deep breath, she raised a shaky hand and pressed the dreaded button above her seat. Nervous energy coursed through her as she tried to recall what her professors and any doctor she had ever encountered said about medical emergencies and aviation. She’d been warned that this could happen to her one day. Sam had just thought she’d have a lot more actual doctoring under her belt when it did.
“Ma’am, are you a medical professional?” the flight attendant asked, his voice low and calm, as if someone weren’t somewhere on the plane experiencing a trauma.
“I’m an ob-gyn. Will that work?”
The flight attendant’s flinch was almost imperceptible. “I think it’ll have to. Would you come with me, please?”
Sam tried not to let the fear creeping through her skin make its way to her face as she mumbled apologies to her seatmates, both of whom smiled at her in the vaguely uninterested but encouraging way that only a plane full of Los Angelenos making their way to the freezing wasteland that was San Francisco could. This was probably an average Tuesday to the Hollywood set.
Snatching her sleep mask off her head, she looked at the flight attendant, who began to walk down the aisle. “Can you tell me anything about the individual?”
“We have a gentleman in first class, wearing dark sunglasses, who started behaving strangely just after departure. He keeps trying to take off his clothes, saying he is melting, then saying he needs help. We’re about twenty minutes to San Francisco; the captain has already called ahead, so medical attention will be waiting for him at the gate. We just need to make sure we can get him there in one piece.”
“Right,” Sam said, taking a deep breath. What she really wanted to say was oh shit. The flight attendant’s description wasn’t much for her to go on, but it would have to be enough, since she’d decided to take her Hippocratic oath seriously.
“Excuse me,” a passenger said, stopping the flight attendant as they neared the front of the plane. The attendant motioned for Sam to continue as he leaned in to listen to the passenger’s request.
Pushing aside the thin curtain that separated the economy cabin from first class, Sam spotted the man almost immediately. Even as he wrestled with his jacket, it was impossible not to notice how good looking he was. He was probably four years older than her. His fine face twisted as he fussed with a zipper, the tawny color of his East Asian features slightly flushed from exertion, the muscles in his sculpted shoulders flexing as he shook his arm free from one sleeve.
Pursing her lips, Sam reminded herself that this was someone in need. Ogling was wasting valuable seconds that might save his life. Filling her lungs with air, Sam bent down next to the man, gently setting a hand on his arm. Twisting around in his seat, the man snatched a pair of designer headphones off his head and lifted his Wayfarer sunglasses to look down at her. “Can I help you?”
Sam fought the urge to squirm and reminded herself that the flight attendants had put out this call because the individual in need was acting strangely. “Hi. I’m just here to check on you. The flight attendants thought you may need some medical attention?”
Sam shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were just-woke-up puffy but not bloodshot. She registered this as a good sign, trying to ignore the fact that his eyes were so dark they seemed more black than brown. That information wasn’t, strictly speaking, medically relevant.
“How are you feeling?” Sam asked, cursing her hair puffs. Of course, this man didn’t recognize her as a doctor. She was wearing pigtails, not scrubs, and thanks to God and a sprinkling of melanin, people often mistook her for younger than thirty-two.
“I’m fine. I work in medicine. Why would I need a doctor?”
Sam took a deep breath, giving the man a once-over. If she had to guess, he was on a bad trip. The question was, What had he taken? Fake Ambien? Maybe a party drug?
“I see. Did you, by chance, consume anything before you boarded the plane? You’re not in trouble.”
“No. You’re mistaken. I’m not in need of medical—”
“He took something right when we boarded. I saw it,” the elderly man next to him chimed in, causing the man’s head to whip around. Not helpful. She was trying to establish trust with the patient, which she couldn’t do if the older man was going to tattle on Mr. Sexy Ambien.
Rolling his eyes, the man said, “It was Advil. I have a headache.”
Doing her best to look sympathetic, Sam nodded. “It is possible to have an unusual reaction to—”
“What reaction do you think I’m having?” the man asked, squinting at her, wrinkling the fine smattering of freckles across his nose.
“Oh, no,” the flight attendant said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Doctor, the—”
Sam’s head jerked up just in time to catch a blond man with a bun scratching at the sleeve of his blazer and jerking around in his seat two rows up.
“Oh. The attendant said a man in sunglasses needed help.” The heat in her body kicked up a notch, and no amount of additional poolside tan was going to save her from the visible humiliation flooding her face. “And you thought it was me?” Mr. Sexy Not Ambien looked incredulous.
“Well, you were struggling with your—”
“It’s here,” Man Bun whispered to the terrified-looking woman across from him.
Taking a deep breath, Sam stood abruptly as Mr. Sexy Not Ambien leaned into the aisle to get a good look at the guy, then looked up at her as if she were less useful than a box of weasels. Whatever—the good-looking dude could be offended. Right now she had an actual patient. Giving the man a curt wave, she said, “My apologies.”
Taking two quick strides toward Man Bun, who had started buckling and unbuckling his belt, Sam dredged up her very best calming voice, again, and said, “Hello, how are you feeling?”
The man looked up at her wildly, pushing his mirrored aviator sunglasses onto the top of his head. “Do you see it?”
“Can you tell me what you’re seeing?” Sam asked, hoping to get a sense of what the man was experiencing so she could start calming him down.
“My face is pixelated. My whole body is.” He had the nerve to look at her as if she were completely stupid for not seeing it. And Sam did feel a little stupid. Hallucinations could be caused by anything, and she was no closer to soothing the man than she had been when she was talking to Mr. Sexy Not Ambien.
Excerpt from Anatomy of a Meet Cute by Addie Woolridge.
Copyright © 2023 by Addie Woolridge.
Published with permission from Montlake, an imprint of Amazon Publishing.
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Meet the Author
Born and raised just outside Seattle, Washington, Addie Woolridge has spent her life cultivating the experiences that make her characters so richly developed, relatable, and real. Though her love for knowledge, diversity, and different cultures has honed her writing, Woolridge is also a classically trained opera singer with a degree in music from the University of Southern California, and she holds a master’s degree in public administration from Indiana University. When she isn’t writing or singing, Woolridge can be found in her Northern California home, baking, training for her sixth race in the Seven Continents Marathon Challenge, or taking advantage of the region’s signature beverage—a good glass of wine. To learn more about her books, upcoming releases, and other news, visit www.addiewoolridge.com.
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