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"Is everything okay sir?" one of the nurses asked.

"Hmm? Tabitha right?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "Can I sit next to you?"

It was the garden. I just wanted to watch the patients, but I didn't mind the company.

"Sure," I replied and scooted away so she could sit.

"I usually sit here with the model doctor sometimes," she informed me.

"Model doctor?"

"That's what some of the nurses call her. You know Dr. James?" You sat with her a lot," she said.

"You watched us?" I asked. "You could have easily joined in."

"Not with the way she used to look at you. It felt like I was watching a romance story unfold. I actually thought you two were an item," she said.

Tabitha was a relatively new nurse here with just a year's worth of experience with us. People have said good things about her, patients and staff alike. She didn't gossip but knew a lot.

A funny person, and she was really taking that title with her statement.

"Romance? An item?" I chuckled softly. "You don't say. What made you think that? From what I could tell, Natasha already had someone she was interested in."

"Really?" She tilted her head to the side. "She normally asked us what we thought of you. And when she'd watch you work or you two would walk into the cafeteria; it felt like we were looking at a couple. But maybe it's just my imagination speaking."

"You might be right about that," I suggested.

"I heard she resigned…any reason?" she asked. "Did she have a problem with any of the staff? She seemed to like all of us."

She left because your boss was a huge asshole.

"She was a temporary staff, so there was a chance that she'd leave at any time," I explained.

"You must miss her," she said.

"That I do, Tabitha," I replied as I continued to take in the scenery.

What I would have given to be able to sit like this with her again.

Chapter seventeen

A Trip to France

Ian

"You want me to what?" I asked.

A month has passed since the fight and I had lost Natasha, but Ethan had asked me to do something for him as a way to pay back.

"I want you to go to the romance capital of the world and impersonate me for a conference," he explained.

"And why would I do that?" I questioned.

"Because that's what twin brothers do, and you're kind of a pro at it," he smirked.

"Want a second go? I trained in basic jiu-jitsu." I balled a fist and showed it to him.

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