What the Doctor Orders

A crash woke me—my kid's gone, sprinting to her damn pet jungle next door. I storm over, and there she is—gorgeous, sassy, a vet who's got my pulse hammering. I'm the rich doc, rough and ready, not chasing love, but she's got me snarling for more. We're solid—pizza, a mutt, Christmas plans—until my ex barges back, whining for us. She ditched us; I'm done. This woman's my fit, me and Eli's rock. She's pulling back, spooked, but I don't flinch. Holiday's here, and I'm not playing nice—I'll haul her close and keep her, ex be damned.No one's stealing this win.