Synopsis: After a car accident, Claire Beauchamp, registered
emergency room nurse and Scotland’s newest resident, is referred to a
chiropractor for treatment. It’s too bad that her chiropractor, Dr.
James A. Fraser, is the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. Or is
it?
I tried not to let the fact that my doctor was just too…everything… to be real, consume my every thought and followed him towards the exam rooms. He opened the door for me and allowed me to go in first.
The exam itself didn’t take long, as far as my standards went. He obtained a round of vital signs, asked all the usual questions about my overall health and medical history. He even asked questions about, ahem… well, the usual things I as a nurse would ask a woman of childbearing age; which I noticed, rather bemusedly, my answers caused his ears turn a few shades of pink.
“So, Miss Beauchamp,” Dr. Fraser asked.
“Please, sir, call me Claire,” I replied before he could finish his sentence. I thought my hurried words might have sounded rude, but I felt too young to be called something so formal.
“Aye,” he replied, “Claire it is.”
The way he said my name…well, at that moment, I was just thankful he was a chiropractor and not a gynecologist.
Synopsis: After a car accident, Claire Beauchamp, registered emergency room nurse and Scotland’s newest resident, is referred to a chiropractor for treatment. It’s too bad that her chiropractor, Dr. James A. Fraser, is the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. Or is it?
We know what happened to Claire before she walked into Fraser Chiropractic, Inc. But what about Dr. Fraser?
[I’m completely blown away by everyone’s love over part 1 :D thank you so much! Enjoy and let me know what you think!]
“Jenny!” Jamie called out as he stubbed his toe on one of his nephew’s toys yet again, “have I no’ told ye tae keep wee Jamie’s things out o’ the hallways?!”
“Aye, about as many times as I’ve said ye can verra weel pick ‘em up yerself!” his sister called out from the kitchen, his nieces Maggie and Kitty screaming for their breakfast.
“Iffrin,” Jamie swore, toeing the offending lego-built truck out of the walkway with the other foot.
It wasn’t very comfortable living at Lallybroch, his childhood home, with his sister, her husband and their five small children, but until his chiropractor business picked up a little bit more, he could not justify owning or even renting his own place in the city. It was too expensive and, even if he didn’t own his own practice, his personal finances were still rather tight.
He managed to shower and dress in his usual black scrubs, bearing the embroidered “Dr. J.A. Fraser” logo above his left breast, with minimal interruption. He fixed himself some breakfast (a weird smelling smoothie with dark chocolate, banana, peanut butter, and a raw egg) poured the concoction into a large travel mug, packed up his gym bag for his daily workout at the hospital gym across the street, kissed his sister goodbye, and hit the road.
Tori