Sincerely, Summer

Paging Dr. Sharpe, paging Dr. Sharpe, I think you've stolen my heart... And, honestly, I don't know what to do about it. Because I can't resist you when we work together and that body of yours keeps 'accidentally' bumping into mine. Hey, I won't call HR if you won't. But that's not really the problem... I'd date this smoking surgeon into next Tuesday if it wasn't for my stupid ex-husband. He broke my heart. And I'm too scared to leave it vulnerable a second time. But, oh, those eyes... how am I supposed to resist those eyes? And, come on, I can't ignore the signs of fate. I mean, sure we're co-workers and all that but before the hospital, you were a blind date. Those never work. Yet, here we are. I'm falling for you - every inch of you. That hot breath against my ear. Our bodies close, savoring the warmth of long-forgotten intimacy. The beating of your heart with mine. It's all too good to be true. I guess that's why they call you Dr. Sharpe because you're going to hurt - bad. I'm going to fall and I'm going to fall - hard. But maybe it won't be so bad if I get to kiss those lips - to feel those hands. And maybe I'm making a huge mistake and I'll end up with my heart on the operating table. Will you save me or will I flat line waiting for Mr. Right?