Making Choices (Black Shamrocks MC Book 2) Read Free

this week makes me feel worse.
    How can he expect me to think about how we met?
    About how good we are together?
    Surely he already knows how I feel when we’re apart?
    OLIVER: Just doing what I should have done six months ago. I gave you time to fix the problem you caused. Time’s up, JJ.
    The unexpected reply from Ollie breaks my reverie. His veiled threat causes my stomach to churn. The nausea becomes worse when I remember how the problem he’s blaming on me actually began. I dash for my kitchen sink and dry heave into it, my body channelling the stress it’s under into physical symptoms.

JJ
    Six Months Earlier
    “S houldn’t you be finished already, JJ?”
    Swinging around to face the owner of the voice that interrupted my mental gymnastics, I find myself looking up into the face of Dr. Oliver Carter. His handsome face is covered by a smile, dimples showing, his smarmy personality shining from his eyes.
    As usual, he's standing just that bit too close to me.
    “Just one more patient to check, then I’m out of here, Ollie.”
    “I’m about to finish as well. How about we grab a drink? Maybe take it back to my place and wind down together?”
    I take a step back from him.
    Not this old chestnut again.
    I’ve been able to avoid him and his persistence for the last couple of weeks. It’s been a blessing to escape him as well as a curse because I’ve forgotten how annoying he can be when he starts.
    Tucking an unruly lock of long red hair over my shoulder, I brace my shoulders as I attempt to politely turn down his invitation.
    “Thank you, but I’m just going to head straight home and hit the sack. I should’ve clocked out four hours ago, but a gunshot victim was brought in.”
    “Ah, that’s right. I remember all the bikers wandering around, acting like they owned the place. Scaring the nurses.” His mouth twists with disapproval as he speaks about the group of men who were at the hospital earlier since the gunshot victim was one of their family.
    I scrunch my nose at his unflattering description of the attractive men who were setting all of the nurses aflutter with their presence. The nurses weren't exactly scared of the rugged members of the Black Shamrocks Motorcycle Club. Instead, they were too busy stealing furtive glances and flirting when the opportunity presented itself, to be worried about the aura of menace that surrounded the burly men.
    A vision of the huge, handsome, blond biker who stepped in when their President was going to lose his temper with me appears in my head, making my cheeks heat. I push away the memory of stammering like an idiot after he smiled at me. He was off-the-charts hot—they all were. Yet he was the only one who affected my professionalism.
    “Are you sure I can’t change your mind about grabbing a drink with me? Surely, you won’t turn into a pumpkin if you’re out after midnight?”
    While Ollie’s trying to play his invite off as an innocent drink with his joking tone and nonchalant shrug, it's obvious from the tightening around his eyes and stiff posture that he's hoping I'll finally agree. He's been asking me to go for a drink ever since I started my intern rotation in general surgery at the hospital.
    I'm a firm believer that you shouldn't play where you work, and since I hope to win one of the resident emergency surgery roles that will be up for grabs at the end of the year, I'm not keen on engaging in anything inappropriate with one of the senior surgeons. Especially one who’ll be on the interview panel.
    Ollie may be good looking, but he’s a renowned sleazebag. He doesn’t even tempt me to break my golden rule.
    “Maybe not a pumpkin, but I'm still not interested in getting a drink. I'm beat, and I need to be back here at eight in the morning.”
    Ollie steps forward when I turn to push open the door leading to my last patient. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to him. Locking my knees, I turn my back to the door and stand my ground as well as someone my