Page 58 of We Were Something
“I can do that,” he says.
Then he leans his head back against the headrest and just gives me a long look.
“God, you’re beautiful. I mean, I’m sure people have told you before, but…” He reaches out and takes my face in his hand, his eyes searching mine. “Thanks for going on a drive with me tonight. I know it was unorthodox, but I wanted a chance to get to know you better and not risk things getting too physical.”
I nod. “I liked our date to nowhere,” I tell him, turning my face to kiss the palm of his hand. “And we’ll keep getting to know each other when you call me tomorrow.”
I don’t say it directly, but I can tell it means something important to him. That we know each other well before things progress too far physically.
Slow and steady.
Then a thought occurs to me, and I let out a giggle.
“I also like that you think us being on the road together would somehow hinder our ability to have sexy time.”
Logan’s brows pinch together as I lean across the console, getting my face close to his.
“Sometime in the future, when you’re ready…when you’re comfortable with me, I’ll introduce you to road head.”
His eyes widen as I place a kiss on his lips.
And then I give him a wink and a wave as I hop out of his car and head inside, his deep laughter echoing behind me.
CHAPTER12
LOGAN
“I’ve rescheduled your three o’clock consultation with the Leonard family to tomorrow morning. Your nine AM surgery on John Culpepper has been pushed back to ten because Jamie said they’re still waiting on some lab work to come back for him. I’ve put all your clothes that were in those black shopping bags into a duffle so you don’t look like you went shopping for this interview, and I have Kelnick attending the staff meeting to transcribe notes since you’ll be busy for most of the afternoon.”
I groan, flipping through the last page of Cayla Ebhart’s chart and signing off on a recommendation that she receive a neuro consult.
“Don’t remind me about the interview,” I tell Carrie. “I’d rather forget and get dragged into a surgery on accident.”
“It’s my job to remind you about these things,” she says, giving me a wink.
“You know, if you were twenty years younger and not happily married, I’d take your regular flirtation with me as a hint to ask you out to dinner,” I tell her.
Carrie cackles, her laughter something warm that fills my chest in the absence of the regular banter I used to have with my own mother before I moved away. At 58, she’s right around the same age as my mom, and she was an easy hire when I met her during my first few days here at Roth Memorial Hospital.
Aside from, you know, the saving lives thing, she’s my favorite part about working here. A much needed bright spot on the days that are more difficult.
“I’m gonna tell my husband about this conversation,” she says. “Maybehe’lltake me out to dinner if I convince him my boss has been trying toseduceme.”
I laugh and give her a wink.
“If that’ll help Geoff make plans for your anniversary next week, you can tell him I had flowers and chocolate and broke out in song if you want.”
Carrie gives me another megawatt smile and a wave over her head before heading off down the hallway toward the elevators, laughing to herself.
I hand Cayla’s chart to Jamie.
“You saw that, right? If Carrie starts telling people I’mseducingher, you’re my witness.”
Jamie rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me as I pull another chart from the stack on the counter, scanning it briefly before heading out to continue rounds.
Today has been a slow day in pediatrics. When I was a medical intern, a day like today would have had me trolling the halls looking for something interesting, someone I could jab with a needle or some surgery I might be able to convince an attending or resident to let me scrub in on. But over the years, I’ve learned that it’s important to lean into the monotony of the slow days, appreciating that nothing crazy or important is happening.
That’s the thing about working with sick kids. You want to have miracle days, sure, but all too often, we are faced with the opposite. The days that seem to suck the life out of anyone and anything in the hospital. When everything seems to go wrong.
