Page 47 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“I get it. Owen knows it was a shit thing to do. So do I. But you love him.”

“I’ll get over it.”

“So, you two are friends now?”

“We’re work colleagues. Nothing more.”

“Liar.”

I flip her the bird as we stroll back to the hospital. I won’t admit it to Stefani, but I took extra time getting ready this morning, donning a navy-blue dress that Owen damn near ripped off me during our brief courtship.

Maybe I’ll get the same reaction today, sans any public indecency. I would love to make the bastard drool, though.

We round the corner of the unit, and my heart jumps into my throat.

Standing directly in our line of sight is Nicole Hedges, aka Hot Doc. I’m serious, that’s what they call her on the units. Everyone with a penis, and many without, lust over the woman. Right now, she’s lusting all over Owen.

She isn’t even trying to be discreet. Her hand rests on his arm as she bats her lashes in his direction, her high-pitched giggle carrying throughout the unit. It’s all systems go for Hot Doc.

But it’s Owen’s reaction to her advances that make me see red. He’s grinning down at her with that wide, dimpled smile that is an equal mix of flirtation and sex god.

Stefani shoots me a pointed look. She knows my fiery temper firsthand and is likely placing bets on how long it takes for my feelings surrounding our new cardiologist to become public knowledge.

Sorry to disappoint, Stef. I will maintain my outward facade of calm, even if I’m seething on the inside.

I stalk into my office and riffle through papers, my ears keen to the conversation between our two most eligible doctors.

“Did Ken mention that dinner with Sanofi? You must come. It will be a wonderful introduction for you, and they’re holding it at this five-star seafood restaurant that just opened. Their food is divine. Besides, we can get to know each other better.”

I glance up, catching Owen’s gaze. He knows I’m hearing every word. If he values his life, or his balls, he’ll tread lightly.

“Sounds like a plan. Thank you for the invitation, Nicole.”

“It is black-tie, but I’m certain you can fill out a suit.”

Is she fucking serious right now? I hold back a gag, pretending to be terribly interested in a staff newsletter. God, I hate women like her—all pretty and confident and sexually brazen.

“I have one just for this type of occasion.”

Wow. If I thought I could hit him from here, I’d pitch my stapler right at his handsome shaved head. The son of a bitch made plans with another woman.

In front of me.

How typical.

I feel Owen looking at me, but this time, I don’t give him the benefit of eye contact. Screw him. Actually, I’ll leave that for Nicole, who likely will be before too long.

“Lu, I have a proposition for you. One that will set your panties on fire.”

My head flies up, smiling at Eric, one of the surgical techs. Behind him, I notice Owen hovering, his jaw tense, our roles reversed from only moments ago.

The banter between Eric and me is innocent—we are strictly work buddies. The man is happily married to Jeff in the Emergency Department. And I meanhappily. Romance film level happy.

But Owen doesn’t know that fact. All he knows is some good-looking young guy wants to set my panties on fire.

Eric, I love your timing. Owen, eat your heart out. Not so much fun on the receiving end.

“A statement like that will certainly get my attention. What’s up, Eric?”

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