Page 107 of Dr. Attending

“Nope.” Claire draws a line across her lips like she’s zipping them.

I’m starting to feel more lost than I did when I was learning the brachial plexus, so I tell them I’ll see them later and leave to go find Morgan. At least she doesn’t talk in riddles—she doesn’t have the patience for that.

It only takes me a minute to locate the charge nurse office. The door is cracked, and it sounds like someone is having a conversation inside. I’ve already decided that if she’s not here, I’m just going to leave the bag with one of her coworkers and head out. I’m already pushing my luck by hanging around, andthe last thing that I want is for someone to mistake me for a real doctor and call me into a code.

I knock on the tan wooden door before giving it a light push, finding my sister-in-law and Morgan in the room.

“There you are.” Morgan beams, holding out her hand to invite me in. “It’s about damn time.”

Her orthopedic-looking tennis shoes are crossed on the metal desk, and she’s lounging back in her chair like she owns the place. She looks completely fine. Better than fine, actually. She looks like she’s glowing.

My eyes land on a half-eaten chicken tender sub in front of her as I put the bag down on her desk. “Hyperemesis? Really, Morg?”

Her emerald-green eyes find mine, shimmering with mirth. “What do I know? I’m just a nurse.”

Cassidy lets out a soft laugh that says she’s just as exhausted by Morgan as I am.

“Hey, Cass,” I say, offering her a smile. “Jeez, is everyone here today? I just ran into Claire and Beau in triage.”

I didn’t realize that they all saw each other so often at work, and I won’t lie . . . it makes me kind of jealous. The only familiar face I have a chance of seeing at UH during my clinicals is my ex-boyfriend. Or Walker . . . but he’s not really a stand-around and chat kind of guy.

Morgan snickers, and Cassidy gives her a warning glare before answering my question.

“That’s weird,” Cassidy replies, her voice just a little higher pitched than normal—like she’s trying hard to sound nonchalant. “But I guess so. I know Parker’s here somewhere. I saw him rounding with a few residents this morning.”

“Yeah, he’s probably making them cry,” Morgan mutters under her breath.

“You’re one to talk.” I chuckle and lean against the door frame, recalling a story that she recently told me about an intern.

Morgan straightens as a wicked grin spreads across her face.

“And I’d do it again.” She taps her fingertips together like she’s plotting something devious. “The idiot refused to come assess one of his crashing patients, so I called a code.”

I wince because if my friendship with nurses has taught me anything, it’s that you always trust their judgment. I don’t blame her at all, but I’m sure the intern and his attending weren’t pleased.

“Right,” I say casually, feeling like I’ve overstayed my welcome. “Well, I’ll let you two get back to work. I’ve got a book to finish.”

Morgan wags her brows. “Isn’t it so good? I heard the author is, like, really cool.”

“Mollie Calhoun?” I ask, trying to figure out why she would know some obscure indie romance author.

“Yeah,” she giggles, shooting me an over-exaggerated wink. “And she tests all of her sex scenes first hand.”

“Damn,” I mutter.

I felt like I was fairly educated on kink after my journey through Weston’s chest, but there have been several things that I’ve had to look up while reading this book. If the author is trying everything herself, I kind of want to be her bestie.

“Wait,” Morgan says as I’m turning to head out. She reaches over to grab something from the other side of the desk. “Can you leave this in Weston’s office on your way out? He dropped it this morning.”

She holds out a gray backpack with his badge attached to the front pocket, and it makes me pause because I swear he said he wasn’t taking any unscheduled cases today.

“Was he not in clinic?”

“How would I know?” Morgan rolls her eyes like I just asked her the most absurd question in the world. “I don’t keep up with his schedule. All I know is that he was here, and when I asked him what he wanted me to do with it, he said that someone could bring it to his office.”

She shakes her hand as a devious smirk sweeps across her face. “You’re that lucky someone.”

I glance at Cassidy, who gives me an apologetic shrug before I decide to take the bag. I might be tired of doing my friend’s bidding, but at least I’ll finally get to see Weston’s office.

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