He grins and winks at me, and I try for a genuine smile.

“Well, that’s good.” I sip my coffee and wonder where my ability to come up with conversation went. Things flowed so easily yesterday with Ben.

No, this is not Ben time. This is Roderick time.

“Any interesting patients lately?” There, that’s decent.

“Of course. Loads of them. This one woman had pus—”

Nope. My brain shuts down at that word, and I check out for the rest of his story. I’m tempted to ask him if there’s a broom closet we could make out in. Not because I’m particularly turned on at the moment. I just don’t want to have to talk to him anymore, and that’s my go-to solution for occupying his mouth.

“So, Holly”—my name has me focusing back on him—“I was thinking that, sometime—”

His beeper cuts him off, and I praise the universe for the quick save. Roderick grimaces when he glances at it.

“Sounds like someone needs you.” My coffee sloshes around as I stand, ready to make my escape. “I should head out anyway. Gotta get ready for my shift.”

“Oh, yeah. You still working at that bar?” He stands up next to me, putting his hand on my lower back as we walk toward the door.

“Yep. Pays the bills.” My voice comes out squeaky as Roderick moves his hand lower.

When we get to the point where we part ways, he’s fully cupping my ass, and I’m coming to the conclusion that our year-long fling has reached its end.

“I’ll text you later.” He gives my behind a squeeze and leans in for a kiss.

I let it happen but break things off before tongues come into play.

“See ya!” I practically yell as I power-walk away, wanting to get out of this place as fast as possible.

If this had been the end of his shift, then I probably would have let him know we were done. But I’m not going to be responsible for putting him in a pissy mood right before he has to treat some random patient.

I rifle around in my bag until I find my cute striped notebook. After flipping it open to the right page I run down my list of things to do today.

Coffee with Roderick. Check.

I turn to the next page where I’ve already begun Saturday’s list. Time to write in another item.

End things with Roderick.

Decision made. No more doctor booty calls.

Problem is, now, I don’t have anyone to distract me from my inappropriate thoughts about a certain pre-law student who shall remain nameless.

Maybe getting sexed up by another guy isn’t the answer. I pull out my phone and search for the university’s fitness class schedule while I walk toward the bus stop. There’s a spin class tomorrow morning.

Perfect. Instead of a guy, I’ll straddle a bike.

After digging out a pen, I add the new solution to my list.

Spin class 10:15 a.m.