Page 31 of Undeniably Enemies

She rolls her eyes and continues without missing a beat. “With your blue eyes that match your scrubs, tall frame, and deep voice, and ask her to present her patients to you just like that.” She snaps her fingers.

“That is her job,” I deadpan, feeling like I’m missing something, though I make a mental note to wear more blue scrubs.

“That call was legit to swap with another intern to do fast-tracks. There was nothing stat about it.”

That’s because Dr. Fucking Marshall wants Wren to work with him. Dick. I never thought he’d be stupid enough to tryhis bullshit with a Fritz, especially since her goddamn parents work upstairs and half of her cousins work down here, but clearly, the man has no limits. I seriously hope he doesn’t make chief. I shudder to think about him in a bigger position of power.

I shake my head, at a total loss. “I’m sorry. I’m not understanding what you’re saying.”

“She’s in love with you. You flustered the poor girl so badly that she fled. You can’t sneak up on her like that.”

This is ridiculous. “You mean I can’t ask her to do her job? This is the ER. She’s an intern. I’m an attending. I ask questions, she answers. That’s how this works.”

“Just have a little tact next time.”

“Tact?” My eyebrows hit my hairline, though the way her lips twitch, I think she’s fucking with me again. Why do I keep falling for it? “What makes you think she’s in love with me?”

Wren snorts sardonically. “Seriously? Are you intentionally being obtuse, or are you that clueless?”

I think about this while I continue to check my phone. My patients are all settled and waiting on labs or films. Fuck it, I’ve got a minute. I slide my phone back onto my hip. “The blushing thing?”

She smiles at me as if she’s impressed I can put two and two together. To make four, so there you go. “Yep. The blushing thing. The stuttering thing. All of it.”

I tilt my head in contemplation. “Huh. I always thought it was a nervous intern thing.”

“Now you know better.”

My lips quirk. “Should I give her a shot?”

I’m not serious. I couldn’t tell you anything about Daffodil other than she has an odd name, blushes whenever I speak to her, and is far too sweet for the ER. But Wren’s reaction is what I’m after, and she doesn’t disappoint. Her face twists in annoyanceas she looks away, out toward the semi-quiet ER. Two can play at this game.

“She is very pretty, but I don’t think she’s your type.”

I can’t resist. I lean a little into her as if I’m seeking a secret. “No? How’s that?”

Her vibrant blue eyes slingshot back to mine, narrowed ever so slightly. “She’s too nice for you.”

I feign indignation, an affronted hand going to my chest. “I love nice. Iamnice. I can do nice all day long.”

She shrugs indifferently. “If you say so. I mean, I haven’t witnessed that, but who knows?”

“Are you saying I deserve bitchy instead?”

“Perhaps someone who won’t let you walk all over them. But if you say Daffy’s your type, you should ask her out then, Romeo.”

I attempt to hold in my smirk at her subtle ire. “You sure? It doesn’t sound as though you like that idea.”

She scoffs derisively and shifts ever so slightly, her hand going to her hip. “I couldn’t care less.”

I give her a long once-over and make a show of studying her a little harder. “I don’t know. You seem a bit jealous.”

“You wish. You’resonot my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type. Besides, I thought I was your adolescent crush,” I throw back at her.

“Lucky for me, I’m no longer that girl and came to my senses a long time ago.”

“Oh, Cinderella, I beg to differ there.”

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