Page 38 of Blinded
“My mother used to say, ‘If two are fighting, two are to blame,’” he rumbled, “and even if you don’t think it was a fight, it’s what you and GT have been doing. I’d guess from the moment you met.” Sandra looked down at their hands as she considered his words.
“He’s an asshole.”
Will hummed. Did he agree with me?
“He keeps pushing me.” Sandra looked back up and met Will’s intent gaze on her.
“That’s what Doms do, sweetie, and you like it.”
“What? No, I …”
He did nothing more than raise an eyebrow, and she couldn’t finish her sentence. She looked at her best friend. Ruby had almost an identical expression on her face, and Sandra scowled. “Have the two of you practiced that look?”
That drew a smile from Ruby. “What? I’m channeling my inner Domme.”
“The hell, you are,” muttered Will, probably too low for Ruby to hear.
Sandra sighed, and it was like all the pent-up frustration and stress dissolved. “Okay guys, I care for GT, and I might have overreacted. What do I do now?”
GT whistled while he changed into his scrubs. It had been a long week, but all his procedures had gone well, and his patients were doing great. After a horrible couple of days, things were starting to look up again. He should call his mother and see if she liked his idea. Before he could act on that thought, Buck entered the men’s dressing room and cocked an eyebrow. “What changed?”
“Huh?” GT looked puzzled.
“You’ve been a bear for the last week or so – even more anti-social than normal.” Buck chuckled as GT flipped him off and continued, “But now you’re whistling – off-key I might add.”
GT charged his colleague, and together they mock wrestled. The smaller and less fit Buck didn’t stand a chance and he landed on the floor with an “oomph.” They grappled, but Buck tapped out quickly. GT set back on his haunches, but he didn’t let go of the other man’s neck, and Buck held up his hands. “Okay, okay, you’re a great whistler. Perfect. Might consider making a record.”
GT let go of the chokehold and shook his head. “Don’t have to lay it on that thick, man.” Buck moved his head from side to side, and GT grinned. “No need to check. Your head is still attached to your body.” He rose.
This time Buck gave GT the bird, still on the floor, and GT held his hand out to help him up. Buck accepted and struggled to his feet. The man was completely out of shape. Seconds later, Buck’s face sobered. “Seriously man, I was worried about you. So, what brought on the change?”
GT cocked his head to the wooden benches, and they sat down. “The last couple of months, I’ve been seeing a woman.”
“Seeing or seeing?” Buck waggled his eyebrows with the last word, and GT smacked his shoulder. Buck mouthed an “ouch” and made a ‘come on’ gesture with his hand in the air.
“Are you done interrupting me?”
“Stick in the mud.”
“Red neck.”
They glared at each other for a few seconds before Buck caved. “Come on, GT. Tell me!”
“Sandra and I have become pretty serious, but she’s skittish about a committed relationship.”
“And you aren’t?”
GT glared at his friend, and Buck held up his hands in surrender. GT sighed and decided to continue. “Her parents don’t have the best marriage, and her only serious relationship ended on bad terms. She thinks she doesn’t want a relationship, but I think she does. Anyway, I screwed up a couple of weeks ago by pushing her too hard and to make matters worse, I insulted her.” He scrubbed the back of his head.
“Man, that’s...” Buck seemed at a loss for words until he rubbed the back of his head. “Wait, but what changed? You’re never this cheery.”
GT rose from the bench and clapped Buck on the shoulder. “I’ve figured out how I’m going to win her back.” Without a backward glance, he sauntered out of the dressing room leaving Buck gaping after him.
He waltzed through the corridors and entered his office. While he settled in his office chair he dialed his mother’s number, and she answered on the third ring.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Gregory, so good to hear your voice,” his mother sounded pleased but switched to worried-mom-mode. “Wait, is everything okay? You don’t normally call on a Tuesday afternoon. Don’t you have rounds now?”
