Page 6 of Sinful in Scrubs

I trusted Sarah implicitly, except for when she used that voice. That voice meant she wanted to cause trouble—typically, the good kind, but for me, not herself.

“That was the voice you used when Kevin first started working at the hospital,” I pointed out. I very much did not trust anything that had any connection to Kevin. He was my ex for a reason.

“There’s a new, cute doctor,” she had said back then. She’d been right. Kevin was objectively attractive. He was also objectively a jerk.

“Yeah, we got a new guy. Started yesterday,” I said as I popped another piece of sushi into my mouth.

“Have you met him?”

I nodded.

“Well?” she asked, expecting more than just a nod.

I pointed at my mouth, deliberately overacting to emphasize that I had a mouthful of food and wasn’t going to talk. We both knew that was just a ploy. I frequently would talk with food in my mouth. It was disgusting and rude, but I still managed to do it if I had something to say. Right now, I didn’t want to say anything about Dr. Marcus Walker.

Sarah was relentless. “Well?” she pressed.

I swallowed the bite of sushi and shrugged. “Yeah, I met him.”

“And?”

“And what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“You know what. What’s he like?”

I sighed. “He seems fine. Professional. Smart.”

Sarah wasn’t buying it. “That’s it? You’re being cagey.”

I shook my head, trying to look nonchalant, but the image of Dr. Marcus Walker’s tattoo flashed in my mind. His tribal tattoo, peeking out from beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt, had no business invading my thoughts. Yet there it was.

Sarah pointed her chopsticks at me, her expression triumphant. “That look.”

“What look? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said quickly, hoping I wasn’t blushing. I was a professional in a high-stress medical field. I was too old and too jaded as a human to be blushing. But my physiology laughed in the face of logic. I pressed my palm against my cheek to see if it was warm.

“You know exactly what look I mean. The one that says you’ve already noticed he’s hot. Don’t worry, you’re not flushed.”

I groaned, reaching for my Diet Coke. “Fine. Yes, he’s objectively attractive. And yes, he’s older, with mostly gray hair at the temples. But that’s it.”

Sarah tilted her head. “Not gray. Silver. There’s a difference.”

“Whatever.”

She grinned knowingly. “How old do you think he is?”

I shrugged. “Mid to late forties, maybe?”

“Not too old, then.”

“For what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

“For you.”

I choked on the sip of Diet Coke I was taking and coughed, glaring at her while she laughed.

“Don’t even go there,” I warned. “We’re colleagues. That’s it.”

Sarah raised her eyebrows but didn’t press further. She didn’t have to. I knew her well enough to know she wasn’t letting this go anytime soon.

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