Sinful in Scrubs

I swore I’d never fall for another doctor. One rule kept me safe, kept me focused. Then he walked into my trauma room. Salt and pepper hair, eyes like steel. His hands save children, but they set me on fire. Thirteen years older. A single dad with two teens. The military tattoo on his arm holds secrets his lips won't tell. We collide in the on-call room—raw, breathless, addictive.