Page 10 of Doctor Mile High
“Dr. Warrick.”
I didn’t even hear Olivia knock. I’m rubbing my temples, trying to soothe the headache creeping in. I’m so foolish. I’m risking too much. Dove probably wants nothing to do with me. She’s probably moved on with her life. She might be dating.
Internally, I sneer. I hate the thought of that.
She belongs to me.
I know she felt what I felt that night. It wasn’t just the liquor that made that memory unforgettable. There was something magnetic about us together and I want that feeling again. I want to chase it. Catch it.
And make it mine.
“Yes, Olivia?” I grumble, tired of the self-inflicted chaos swirling in my mind.
“Do we need to reschedule the surgery? Are you okay? I can go get medication. When was the last time you ate? Did you forget? Again?”
Yes.
But she doesn’t need to know that.
“I’m fine, Olivia. I’ll be on my way in a minute.”
“Hmm,” she hums, clearly not believing a word.
She closes the door behind her, then lowers the blinds. “Okay, talk to me, Dr. Warrick. What’s going on?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. Just a long day. I’ll be fine.”
She narrows her eyes, pressing the button on her earbud. “Hold please.” She crosses her legs and plucks the earbud from her ear. “Stop lying and talk to me. You’ve been different ever since you came home from vacation eight…almost nine months ago? It’s been a while. What is going on with you?”
“I can’t discuss my personal life with you.”
“Why not? We’ve worked together for years. If you don’t consider me a friend, then our relationship is much different than I thought.”
“Of course we’re friends.” I soften my gaze and tone. “I apologize. You’re right. But now might not be the time, considering I have about five minute to go scrub in.”
“Five minutes is plenty of time. Leave out the details. Go.” She taps her fingers on the edge of the armchair, her patience wearing thin.
I can relate.
“I met someone in Costa Rica. I had the best night of my life. She left a note, no number, I have no idea where she’s from, whereshe works, and I don’t know her last name. The need to find her is consuming me.”
“Did you try making a video and posting it on social media?”
My brows rise and I rear back because…social media? I’m too old for social media. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with that.
“Yeah, you know. A video. You’re good-looking and you’re a doctor. I bet you’d go viral. You know, we should make an account. I could post you every morning. We can?—”
I hold my hand up to stop her because she’s getting too excited. She talks faster as the ideas slam into her, and then she becomes impossible to understand. “No, Olivia. I don’t do social media.”
“Then, you must not want to find her that badly, or you’d do everything you could, right?”
I lean my elbows against the table, fold my hands together, and groan when I realize she’s right. “Fine. Fine?—”
She squeals, jumping out of her chair to do a happy dance.
“But this isn’t a permanent thing, okay? We do this to find her. That’s all.”
“Mm-hmm.” She’s tapping away on her phone and then turns it to face me. “You’re ready. We’ll take the video when you’re done with surgery.”
