Page 6 of Thirteen of a Kind (Kind Brothers)

“Patient?” My brow arched.

“Doctor.” He chuckled. “We have something in common, Claire.” He cocked his head.

“And what would that be?”

“I just moved to California myself a couple of months ago.”

“Where are you from?”

“Seattle.”

“Nice.” I reached into my purse, pulled out some cash, and tossed it on the bar. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Dr. Nick.” I stood up from the stool and hooked my purse over my shoulder.

“You’re leaving already?” he asked as he downed the last of his scotch.

“I’m tired. It’s been a long week.”

“Me too.” He pulled out some cash and handed it to the bartender. “I have a comfy bed calling my name.” A smile crossed his lips as he stood up. “I’ll walk out with you.”

His car was parked next to mine.

“Do you think I can get your phone number?” he asked, standing at his car door.

“Maybe next time.” I smiled, climbed into my car, and drove back to my apartment.

Dr. Nick was incredibly handsome—all six feet three of him. He had short dark hair, piercing blue eyes, a sexy stubble gracing his masculine jawline, and a cute little dimple in his cheek when he smiled. If I hadn’t been so tired, I would have definitely asked him back to my place for the night.

I pulled into the lot of my building, and when I looked over, Nick pulled up next to me.

What the fuck? This guy can’t be serious.

We climbed out at the same time, and I cocked my head.

“Are you following me?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“How? I pulled in first,” I said.

“I live here, and I’m assuming you do too.” A wide grin crossed his face as we walked into the building.

“You live here?” I asked.

“Yep.” He pushed the button to the elevator. The doors opened, and we stepped inside. “Which floor?”

“Three,” I said.

“Me too.”

He gestured for me to step out first when the doors opened to the third floor.

“Look at that. It looks like we’re neighbors.” That handsome, dimple-filled smile graced his lips again. “I guess I won’t be needing your number after all. I can just knock on your door.”

I smiled as I shook my head, opened the door, and stepped inside. I couldn’t believe Dr. Nick lived next door. After changing into my nightshirt, I climbed into bed and texted Richard. I knew he’d be worried about me.

“I made it to California, and so far, I’m liking it.”

“Good. I’m happy to hear that. Any Kind sightings yet?”