Page 48 of Forced Proximity
“Sorry for your bad luck,” I said. “See you later.”
Daniella said something under her breath, but I didn’t stop to ask her what she’d said.
I didn’t want to know.
I turned away and headed for my floor.
The surgery wing was hopping, ready for a day full of surgeries to start any second.
I was unsurprised to find Chevy there, ready to get to work.
He was one of the best anesthesiologists we had in the area, and though scary as hell, I fully respected him.
Every single patient that came through the door I knew would be in good hands when it came to Chevy Clayborne.
The surgeon who was headed toward me, however?
Him, I could do without.
Dr. Aggie Powell was a thirty-something brand-new baby attending that I felt only got the surgeon job he got because his brother also worked on our floor.
Neither one of them, Aggie or Correl, could I stand.
But Aggie was always worse than Correl for some reason, and I really had no clue why.
Both were equally as disgusting and had no bedside manner.
If I could erase two individuals from this earth, it would be them.
“Why, hey there, Nurse Drusilla.”
I gritted my teeth. “Dru.”
“Sorry, Dru.” Aggie smirked. “I forgot.”
Sure you did, buddy. Sure you did.
I didn’t comment and instead went to the staff lounge and got all my stuff put away before heading back out and pinning my badge to my shirt.
I smiled when I saw Aella coming out of the bathroom.
“What are you doing here?” she asked with surprise.
“Gotta make some money, honey,” I teased.
She shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re here. You had an ordeal.”
Yeah, I did. But having “ordeals” didn’t mean that the credit card companies stopped making their calls.
“Unfortunately, I don’t get the luxury of time off.” I shrugged, not explaining.
Explaining took time and inevitably led to more questions.
Neither of which I had the time or the inclination for.
“If you’re sure,” she murmured.
I shrugged again. “I’m about as sure as I can be.”
