Dr. Goode sat in the quiet hospital room with his legs crossed and a clipboard balanced on one knee.
His shoulders slouched just enough to scream out how utterly exhausted he was. Not physically—no, this was the special kind of mental fatigue that came from dealing with anything even remotely related to Scott McQueen's love life.
Given his résumé, the man should've been immune to chaos by now.
As a celebrity relationship guru with multiple reality TV shows under his belt, Dr. Goode had mediated some of the most bizarre love disputes known to mankind.
One couple came in because the man insisted on snorting cocaine in and out his girlfriend's butthole every Friday night.
Another because the girlfriend was dead set on strapping on and—well—redecorating his dignity from behind.
