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“Bullshit. That’s complete garbage, and you know it. You’re so unwilling to bend your own rules that you would rather let me walk away? I know you love me, Tally. God knows that I adore you. Why isn’t that enough?”

“You lied to me. You betrayed me, Owen.” I blink back tears. “My faith in people is all I have, and you broke it. Then you make plans with a beautiful woman in front of me. What did you think would happen? Did you think that would make me cave? You hurt me, and then you hurt me again, and now I’m the bad guy? No way.”

“It’s not a date, Tally. But you’re right. I will speak to Nicole and let her know I’m involved.”

I shrug, chewing my lip. “But you’re not. You’re a free man, and you’ve already made plans with her. On multiple occasions, and in front of me, I might add. Have fun.” The words fall like acid from my mouth, destroying everything the sound waves touch.

His eyes blaze at me, and I swear he’s going to throw something. “Fucking great. Thanks for that, Tally.”

He storms out of the office, and for once, I don’t care who’s watching.

11

Tally

Life sucks. Life without Owen really sucks. I know some people will say I’ve only known him a few weeks, and it can’t be that hard. Those people can kiss my ass.

Those same well-intentioned idiots claim being friends is better than nothing. Another lie. Being friends with a man I’m so insanely, ridiculously attracted to is torture in its purest form.

Thankfully, and I’m lying when I say this, I’ve been occupied the last few nights. Okay, I’ve been creating crap to keep busy. Still, anything is better than thinking about the amazing sex I’mnothaving with Owen. Or the amazing sex he might be having with some other hot commodity at the hospital.

I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not hear the women gushing over his good looks and easygoing bedside manner. They have no idea how hot his bedside manner truly is.

Crap, what if they do know?

“Ugh, I can’t do this.” I toss down my pen in frustration, earning a side-eye glance from Stefani. The woman is a saint because I’ve been insufferable the last week.

“What’s up, Lu?”

“I’m stressed.” It’s not a lie.

“I’m surprised you’re not on cloud nine today.”

“Why would I be on cloud nine?” Does she know something I don’t? Have I won the lottery, and everyone failed to mention it?

“Where did that man take you last night? He looked divine.”

“What man?” I’m not sure why I’m asking this question. I know exactly what man. What I don’t know is where he went the night before. Looking divine, apparently.

“You’re funny. I know you don’t kiss and tell but come on, give me something. A man doesn’t wear a tux every day.”

My heart sinks as I collapse into the chair. So much for Owen’s declaration of love and fidelity the other day. He really showed Nicole how involved his heart was with someone else as he escorted her to the dinner.

He claimed he wasn’t going to the dinner. Another lie. Hell, the paint is still wet on the casket of our relationship.

Easy come, easy go—a perfect motto for Owen.

“Where did you two go?”

“I didn’t go anywhere. He had a date.”

“A date?”

“Yes, Dr. Hedges invited him to some fancy-schmancy dinner at a five-star restaurant.”

“Well, that’s not a date.” Stefani drums the desk with her fingers. “That’s a work function.”

I shoot her a look. We know Nicole’s reputation—in and out of the emergency department. “It wasn’t just dinner, either.”

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