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“I appreciate that, Robyn. I really do. But I’m an ER doc. I can’t turn down the opportunity to work at a world-renowned teaching hospital.”
Her smile faltered, but she nodded. “I understand. Worth a shot.”
I reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “I really appreciate it. It’s nice to know I’m doing well enough for you not to want to boot me out.”
She laughed and gave me a quick hug. “We just think the world of you, Tommy.”
I pulled away awkwardly with a mumbledthanksand turned to head back to the dining room. Foster had just passedthe office on his way to the men’s room, so I followed him there instead.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I glanced under the stalls to make sure we were the only ones in there.
“You get what you need in there?” Foster asked, keeping his eye on the urinal as he reached for his fly.
I kicked a nearby rubber wedge under the door so no one could open it, and then I walked up behind him and crowded him against the urinal. “Not one single bit,” I said in a low voice.
“Mpfh. Looked plenty friendly to me,” he grumbled. “Back off. I can’t do this with you watching.”
I eased off but pressed my forehead to the center of his back, just above his shoulder blades. “Good drill this morning.”
“Yep.”
“Is it wrong to wish the workday came with a sex break?” I asked softly, just in case someone was near enough to hear me.
He finished up and moved to the sink, gently dislodging me by rolling his shoulder. “I could go for it. Maybe we should form a union and make some demands.”
I met his eye in the mirror and was happy to see his eyes sparkling with humor. I took his place at the urinal and opened my pants, trying to hurry now in case someone else needed to use the bathroom.
Foster yanked out a couple of paper towels and turned to face me as he dried his hands. I tried to stay relaxed.
“What did Rainbow Brite want with you?”
Was it my imagination, or was there a tinge of jealousy coming from the big guy?
“Hmm. Take a guess.” I finished and refastened my pantsbefore moving to the sink. This time, Foster crowded up against my back, his arms snaking around my front and his hot lips landing on my neck.
“I’m thinking she wants to join your union,” he grumbled. The sound was low near my ear, enough to make the hairs stand on end all over my arms and legs.
I shuddered. “No. Just wanted to tell me my licensure came through. Now maybe I won’t get arrested for playing doctor.”
His big hand moved down over my fly and pressed my cock. “Mmm, arresting someone for playing doctor… I knew I became a sheriff for a reason.”
I finished washing my hands and dried them as quickly as possible.
And if there were wet handprints on Foster Blake’s clothes when we returned to the dining room, it was nobody’s business where they came from.
After lunch,Robyn appeared with a mischievous glint in her eye that usually meant “a super-fun activity” for someone. This time, apparently, that someone was all of us.
“Alright, listen up,” she announced, clipboard in hand. “We’re doing something a little different this afternoon. Since you’ll all be moving to your new rotations tomorrow, Trace and I put together a friendly team-building competition. Winner gets first pick at tonight’s s’mores supplies. I’ll tell you more when we get to the trailhead.”
Once we were there, she waved us over to a couple ofnearby picnic tables, where she placed a brown paper bag on the center table.
“We’re dividing up into two teams, on the hunt for a missing person. The twist is that your instructors will be equal members of the team, if they’re up for it. You can use them as resources however you want. Each team will get a fabricated patient history, recent medical records, a medication list, terrain maps, weather data, and witness statements. First team to locate and properly assess the victim without additional evidence wins.”
Everyone chattered with excitement as she explained that the instructors had already been divided up, but the students would be drawing numbers to see who was on which team for the game.
I felt a competitive spark ignite in my chest. It had been years since I’d been a true member of a SAR team, so I relished the chance to play. Problem-solving under pressure, medical deduction, teamwork—all the things that had drawn me to emergency medicine in the first place.
“Dr. Marian,” Cody said, grinning widely, “I got Yellow Team. Please tell me you’re in.”
