The Scandalous Scotsman - Author MJ Fields

And this is how it all started… sort of.

It only took one rogue Lego, to send me tumbling down the stairs. My phone took flight. I landed—hard.

Somewhere in between, I lost the towel I was draped in and my phone—bless its chaotic little heart—managed to FaceTime a random contact. Of course it was a man who it called. A man who, thanks to gravity and a tragically loose towel, had now seen more of my body than anyone since my Tinder phase. Which, for the record, ended last year.

After quickly declining the return call, I blindly blocked the number and deleted it from my phone, then hobbled out the door.

The ER was a circus. But I locked eyes with Judy —a nurse and one of my students' moms—and begged like my dignity depended on it (it did), she smuggled me into a room like a medical fairy godmother.

Sixty minutes later, I hobbled out with crutches, a bruised backside and ego, a fractured ankle, to get to my new classroom to begin setting up, and an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon.

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