I ended up seeing Dr. Logan again the next day when I went to grab a very quick lunch at a soup and salad place two doors down from the doctors’ office. I had just taken my small salad and French onion soup to a table in the corner when I saw him step up to the counter. I only had about fifteen minutes to eat before I had to be back, so I dug into my salad while pretending to myself I wasn’t really watching Dr. Logan.
He’d removed the lab coat he always wore in the office and was wearing jeans that hugged his ass and a red polo shirt. His biceps and forearms were lightly tanned. I vaguely wondered if he had a wife and kids or if he was a playboy.
I had turned to my soup by the time he got his food and stood in front of me at my table.
“Hi, Seth. Mind if I join you?” he asked.
I glanced
