I see.” The nurse nodded. “How can I help you?”
“I’m Inspector Mc—” Phineas halted, obviously having second thoughts about using his real name.
“Man-boob,” Brynley finished for him.
He stiffened.
“What can I do for you, Inspector McMan-boob?” the nurse asked.
He gritted his teeth. “It’s muscle.”
“Inspector Muscle?” the nurse asked.
“Yes. Exactly.” He gave Brynley a triumphant look. “And this is my assistant, Nurse—”
“Doctor,” Brynley corrected him.
“Doctor . . .” He glanced down at her chest. “A-cup.”
“B-cup!”
He arched a brow. “You’ll have to prove it.

Auteur: Kerrelyn Sparks

I see.” The nurse nodded. “How can I help you?”<br />“I’m Inspector Mc—” Phineas halted, obviously having second thoughts about using his real name.<br />“Man-boob,” Brynley finished for him.<br />He stiffened.<br />“What can I do for you, Inspector McMan-boob?” the nurse asked.<br />He gritted his teeth. “It’s muscle.”<br />“Inspector Muscle?” the nurse asked.<br />“Yes. Exactly.” He gave Brynley a triumphant look. “And this is my assistant, Nurse—”<br />“Doctor,” Brynley corrected him.<br />“Doctor . . .” He glanced down at her chest. “A-cup.”<br />“B-cup!”<br />He arched a brow. “You’ll have to prove it. - Kerrelyn Sparks




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