Page 8 of Keyoni & Sage
“You like playing with shit?”
I snickered. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
“That’s what it looks like.”
I moved the sample to a container. “No, I don’t like playing with shit, Officer Green. But I do like to be thorough and rule out what I can. Sometimes, I have to play with shit to do so.”
“It’s still nasty.” He made a sound that had Kaiser running over.
“Yeah, well…sometimes being nasty gets the job done.”
His brows lifted and I smiled coyly, starting my stride back to the building.
“What kind ofnastyyou talking about?”
“Whatever comes to mind, Officer K. Green.” Adding his first initial sparked my curiosity. “What does the K stand for?”
Turning around, he was right there, side-stepping to avoid a collision. The subtle cologne I smelled in the exam room pierced my nostrils, overloading my senses.
“Keyoni.”
“Keyoni,” I repeated, appearing unaffected. “I like it. It’s…different.”
I continued my stride. He reached for the door as we approached.
“So’s Sage.”
Point made. There was no need for a rebuttal.
Back inside, the duo returned to their exam room while I inspected the fecal sample under the microscope. It came back normal and Kaiser was sent home with specific instructions for rest and relaxation for the remainder of the day. He could return to normal duties tomorrow.
“Just make sure you’re keeping an eye on him,” I instructed. “He looks fine now, so I’m hoping it was a one-off event. If anything else happens though?—”
“I’ll be back,” Keyoni finished for me. “Getting in your ass because you obviously diagnosed my partner wrong.” I rolled my eyes at the hint of a smile lifting the corner of his lips. “Are you even old enough to be a doctor? How old are you?”
“Old enough.”
“That means you’re young,” Keyoni assumed with a smirk. “How young?”
Sighing, I shifted my weight to one foot. “It’s rude to ask a woman how old she is.”
“Is that your answer?”
There was something about him, a likeability that extended beyond his physical appearance. He was no doubt handsome, and had what appeared to be a tight physique underneath his uniform, but his personality was just as attractive as the shoes on his feet.
Green was my favorite color.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
His head tilted. “Really?”
“Yeah.” His expression was unreadable. “Why? Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.” He looked me over, making me wonder if there was a hidden meaning behind his response. Then, the feeling was gone. “Well…have a good one.” He grabbed the papers I handed to him earlier. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”
I smirked as he passed me, exiting the room with a firm hold on Kaiser’s leash. “I don’t think so.”
We didn’t run in the same circles. Each interaction we had was merely a coincidence.
