Surgeon Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Dating Agency)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

K imora found herself scrolling through the Book Boyfriend app. Laura had left hours ago, and just when she thought she would be asleep, she found herself in bed on her phone. A forgotten movie was playing on her television in the background. She had stripped out of her clothes and thrown on her jammies. She was buried beneath her covers while leaning back on her pillows, no longer sleepy. She found herself unable to tear her attention away from the hundreds of profiles that were available. Each one was getting more interesting.

Could she find a man on here? Maybe not her soul mate, but someone to keep her company. Some of these guys appeared to be really down to earth. A few seemed like dickheads and some profiles appeared to be extreme and too good to be true.

“This is crazy,” she muttered. Kimora paused on one profile of a banker. He appeared handsome and didn’t look like any of the bankers she’d ever seen. He was lean, fit, and two years younger than her thirty-six years. From his hobbies she learned that he loved hiking and swimming. He was even a master diver who frequently took trips to the Caribbean. Her finger hovered over the button that would show her interest in him. “What the hell?”

Her finger landed on the screen.

A notification flashed.

‘Match made.’

What the hell did that mean? She frowned and touched the notification. Another screen popped up that revealed the app had matched her with someone. She hadn’t been on there that long. How could it have matched her with someone so fast? Kimora’s hands trembled. Her mouth dropped open at the picture it showed.

“No fucking way,” she whispered. She sat up further. How much wine had she drunk? There was no way that she was staring at Dr. Kane Livingston. Why the hell would he be on this app? She shook her head in disbelief. Maybe someone had stolen his pictures and name and was using them for clout. That type of stuff happened all the time.

Kimora studied his photo, and it was a great one. He was on a boat without his shirt on. He certainly didn’t look like a surgeon, but just some regular guy enjoying his time on the open waters. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his hazel eyes that held flecks of gold in them. There was a devilish twinkle, too. Whoever and wherever he was, he was certainly living the life.

She read his entire profile. It mentioned that he a physician but not what kind. His career information was kept vague. His hobbies included traveling, car collecting, boating, and he was a self-proclaimed foodie.

Kimora blinked.

Kane Livingston was a foodie?

She would have never guessed, but again, how would she know? She only knew him from work. They had sat in plenty of the same meetings when it came to research. He did have an interest in it, and that was why he had agreed to allow her to speak with his patients so she could enroll the ones who could benefit from the trials.

She narrowed her eyes on the picture again. If she couldn’t get a meeting with him at work, then maybe she should accept the match on here and then she find out why he had been blocking her at every turn.

Without a conscious thought, she tapped on the screen and accepted the match. Kane Livingston might be searching for love on an app, but all he was going to get from her was an earful.

Her screen lit up with hearts and confetti while also mentioning that it would notify her book boyfriend that she had accepted the match. Now what? She chewed on her lip and wondered if she should call Laura. One glance over at her nightstand alarm clock had her changing her mind. She hadn’t realized it was four in the morning.

“Shit,” she muttered. Her Saturday morning plans had included working, but she changed her mind. She was going to keep her weekend to herself. She wasn’t going to work. For once she was going to be selfish. Work would always be there on Monday. She wasn’t behind or anything. She just had a drive that was instilled in her to be the best, but that didn’t mean she had to give up every weekend in order to achieve that.

Placing her phone on charge, she set it down on her nightstand. She wasn’t even going to set an alarm. She would awaken whenever the good Lord saw fit. She snuggled down in her blankets and turned over on her side. Her eyes fluttered closed, and for once she felt content while sleep claimed her.

“Kane! Where are you, big brother?” a voice called out.

Kane rolled his eyes at the sound of his younger sister calling his name. He was already regretting giving her a key to his house. There was no telling what she was coming over for, and how did she know he would be at home?

It was a beautiful late afternoon, and he was enjoying the sun. He was camped out on the chaise by the pool. He had swum a few laps and was now relaxing. It wasn’t that often he got to spend the morning alone at home, and today was one of those days. This was one of his weekends where he wasn’t on call at the hospital and didn’t have to see the building until Monday morning, and he was going to stay far away from it.

Unless he would be called in for an emergency by one of his colleagues who would need his help. It wasn’t that often it happened, but if it did, he would answer the call. Kane Livingston had spent a better part of his life perfecting his skills and was one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. He was called into medicine at a young age. He could remember being a boy of ten years old and wanting to become a doctor.

Most boys his age at the time had spouted off that they wanted to be anything from professional wrestlers, cowboys, policemen, and astronauts while Kane had been the oddball stating he wanted to be a doctor. He hadn’t known what type of doctor, but he had known what profession he’d be entering. It wasn’t until he was in high school and had an internship with his father’s friend that he’d discovered his love of surgery.

The thrill of being one of a few who could fix problems that no one else could was an adrenaline rush. All of his years in school, the residencies, and fellowships all paid off. Kane had worked extremely hard for his success. His dedication to his field was noted in many worldwide medical and surgical journals.

But today, he wanted to rest. He wanted to be Kane Livingston, the man, not the surgeon.

“There you are.” Lizzie flopped down in the chair next to him.

She was younger than Kane by twelve years. Their parents had all but given up on having a second child after Kane was born. To their surprise, they had found themselves expecting again. Kane had been excited to have a younger sibling. They were close, and even though she could be the annoying little sister at times, he did love her.

“And here is where I’m staying for a while.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. The morning was perfect. It was warm, the sun was shining, he had a cold drink sitting on the table next to him. His iPad was on the table as well. There were some movies he had downloaded and wanted to catch up on.

“You’re not on call this weekend?” Lizzie asked. She reached down and tugged her shirt over her head to reveal she had her one-piece swimsuit underneath her clothing. Apparently, she had planned to come over and utilize his pool.

“I am not.” He closed his eyes and inhaled the wonderful scent of the outdoors. There was no bleach or antiseptic smells of a hospital surrounding him. He was going to enjoy his home and maybe even throw a few steaks out on the grill. He didn’t care if Lizzie stayed. It had been a while since they had hung out. But he paused. Why was she asking if he was on call? He peeked at her with one eye. “Why?”

A sly grin spread across her face. She was up to something. Kane knew her well, and when this particular look appeared on her face, there was no telling what she had done or was about to do.

“You’ve been matched!” She giggled. She clapped her hands and danced around in her seat.

Matched? What the hell did that mean?

“Lizzie, have you been drinking?” he muttered.

She shook her head and pulled out her phone.

“Remember the other day when I was here and I suggested you join the Book Boyfriend dating app?”

“The who?” He didn’t like the sound of this. What had she done? He ran a hand along his face and tried to remember the last conversation they’d had. She had stopped by early in the week, but he had practically been dead on his feet. He’d just got home from the hospital after a long grueling day of back-to-back surgeries. He was on call, so there was no telling how much sleep he was going to get. He had crashed on his couch in the family room. She’d followed him and had been talking, but he’d barely heard her.

“The dating app I signed you up for, silly.” She reached up and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.

She gave him her best innocent look, but he knew not to fall for it.

“I do not need assistance getting dates, Lizzie.” He frowned. Why would she think he needed help in that department? Kane was never lonely. He had a list of women he could call at any time, and they all would drop what they were doing for him at a moment’s notice.

“Have you seen the women you date?” She arched her eyebrows at him.

“Of course I have. That’s why I date them.” He snickered.

“Eww… None of those women are worthy to be a wife,” Lizzie said.

“Who said I was looking for a wife?”

“You need to be. You are forty-two years old. When are you going to get married? When are you going to make me an aunt?”

Kane rolled his eyes. She was beginning to sound like their mother. Anna Livingston had pretty much given him the same lecture. According to her, he wasn’t getting any younger and it was time he settled down and started a family. He didn’t have anything against finding someone but he’d been too busy with his career.

“That is none of your business.” He sighed.

“Well, until you are ready, you are going to go on some dates to get you prepared. Plus you never know if you will find the love of your life.” She swung her legs around and faced him. She motioned to her phone.

“Lizzie. I don’t have time for games.” He raked his fingers through his hair. If he was going to search for the one woman he’d spend the rest of his life with, he doubted it would be on a dating app. That sounded like something for the younger generation. Not for a man in his forties.

“By the look of her, she doesn’t either. She sounds perfect for you and she lives here in Cleveland.” Lizzie swiped her finger on the screen before turning her phone back so he could see the picture on her phone.

Kane froze. His eyes narrowed on the beautiful brown-skinned woman in the photo. He would recognize her from anywhere.

Kimora Tucker.

She was one of the scientists in the research department of the hospital where he worked. She was beautiful and was crazy intelligent. He’d read all of the papers she’d written in the field of molecular genetics, and the woman was brilliant. She was one of the top researchers in her field.

“I know her,” Kane murmured. He leaned forward and took Lizzie’s phone from her. He tapped on Kimora’s picture. Her profile opened up, and he read everything she had posted. Why was a woman like her on a dating app?

“Seriously? You know her? That’s perfect!” Lizzie clapped.

Kane studied the picture Kimora had used for her profile picture. Her skin was flawless, her brown eyes were deep and mesmerizing. She was one beautiful woman, and Kane had thoughts of asking her out, but he’d been swamped as of late at work. The last time they had been in the same room together was at the internal review board meeting where she had to present her thesis. If approved, she would obtain not only financial backing from the hospital but private donors who loved to give money in the name of medical research.

Kane was one of the faculty physicians on the board, and he had been captivated by her. She had been cool and collected in front of a stuffy room of physicians and administration. The way she had handled all questions and suggestions was impressive. The woman knew her shit. Her passion was evident in the way her face lit up as she talked. Kane wasn’t an expert when it came to molecular genetics, but he could see she was on to something. Hell, everyone in the room knew it.

They had approved her project almost immediately. If Kimora succeeded in proving her theory, then it could potentially change so many patients lives for the better. That was why he had pulled her aside after the meeting to volunteer his patients. He wouldn’t want to gatekeep this type of medical miracle. His patients were her target demographic for her study, and if she could help them, then he was doing his job.

“She accepted the match,” Lizzie said.

“She what?” He looked up from the phone at his sister.

She stood from her chair and shucked off her shorts. She walked over to the edge of the pool and sat. She glanced at him over her shoulder.

“She accepted you. Now that means you need to think of somewhere nice to take her on a date.” She winked at him then dove into the water.

Kane grinned. This weekend couldn’t possibly get any better. He had hesitated on asking her out before, but now he had his chance. He scanned the screen and saw the message button. He tapped on it, and it opened a direct message to Kimora. Maybe his sister was on to something. Kimora was a classy, beautiful woman who he wouldn’t mind taking out. Hell, she’d been on his mind a few times. Now he had a reason to contact her outside of work.

He was going to have some fun with this.