Wicked Grumpy Heart Doc: Boston's Elite

Auras, aortas... potato, potahto?

After an ugly divorce, Dr. Aiden Matthews was only interested in one-night stands. The last thing he wanted was a girlfriend, despite his daughters urging him to start dating. And he certainly wasn't going to ask out the spunky hippy chick they met on their hike, no matter how much his girls meddled.

Sure, Dakota had been hot.

And gorgeous.

And hadn't taken his crap-something he'd found oddly sexy. Lately it seemed everyone but his girls cowed to him the second he started to glower.

But not her.

And, he had to admit-begrudgingly, she'd made some solid points when they'd argued in the parking lot about... everything.

Still. They had nothing in common. He was rain clouds, and she was sunshine. She dealt with people's auras, and he dealt with their aortas.

They were not the same.

So why couldn't he stop thinking about her?

And what kind of cosmic shenanigans were at work when they ended up at the same Fourth of July party on Cape Cod, sleeping across the hall from one another?

The kind that had them waking up next to each other without any clothes on.

Fortunately, she wasn't interested in anything but casual, either.

But the more time they spend together, the more he realizes his heart could be in trouble-which is never a good thing, especially for a grumpy cardiologist.