Page 54 of We Were Something
I giggle. “Yeah, I was talking about the piano guy. I was thinking Beethoven could be your new nickname.”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Mmmmm, because of those magic fingers of yours,” I say, squirting some lotion into my palm before slathering it onto my leg.
Logan chuckles through the phone, and I’d bet money he’s turning bright red and tugging at his collar.
“So I’m assuming you got my text?” I ask him, switching to my other leg.
“I did. Atquitean unfortunate time.”
I laugh. “Seriously?”
“Well I don’t know if you’re aware, but it’s pretty inappropriate for a pediatric surgeon to perform a thoracoscopy while…”
He trails off, and I grin at the phone as if he can see me.
“Hard?”
Logan takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Yes.”
I bite my lip, unable to keep my smile from growing even wider as I apply a bit more lotion to my arms and neck.
“I had to go into one of the on-call rooms on the surgical floor and think about the time I walked in on my Uncle Herman and his girlfriend having sex to get it to go down. I was almost late for my surgery.”
“Oooooooh. Theon-callroom,” I say, finishing up and reclining again on the lounger. “Nowthatis a topic I’d love to hear all about. You have to give me the inside scoop. Is it really like what they show on TV? Doctors and nurses hooking up between shifts and surgeries?”
“Someone’s been watching too muchGrey’s Anatomy,” he tells me. “And no, it’s nothing like on TV. People would get fired if they ever tried some of those stunts.”
“Aww, man. You’re totally ruining my Dr. Becker fantasy.”
He snorts. “Whatfantasy?”
“The one where I show up to your work and we have some fun,” I tell him. “In one of the on-call rooms, maybe. In an empty patient room, though that one hasn’t crossed my mind as much. Mostly, it’s me and you in some sort of office or conference room before you have to run off to save someone’s life. It’sverydramatic in my dreams.”
There’s a bit of silence before he responds. “Dream about it often, do you?”
“You know, it hadn’t ever been on my fantasy list until the day I first saw you in your white coat. But ever since then, it’s been one of my go-tos for when I’m feeling…restless.”
I keep my eyes closed, enjoying my own memories as I give him a long moment, though I do start to worry when he doesn’t respond.
“Did I scare you off, Dr. Becker?”
He clears his throat. “No. No you didn’t.”
“Where did you go?”
“Just…” He pauses. “Just gave myself permission to think about the picture you were just painting for me.”
I smile. “About the on-call room? Or about the things I think about when I’m lying in bed at night?”
“Both, I guess. About the idea that you’d…lie in bed and think about me. Whether we’re in the on-call room or not.”
I stay silent at his admission, hoping his own thoughts will encourage him to invite me over tonight. Or ask me out to dinner, though I doubt the latter will happen. This is anaffairafter all.
“Wanna take a drive with me tonight?” he asks.
My eyebrows rise in surprise, both that he actually asked me to get together and at the fact that it’s for a drive instead of time at his house.
