Page 11 of Love Sick

I sigh and look away. “What are you doing here?”

“I had a second, so I escaped.” She turns to Maxwell. “Thought I’d come meet the senior on L&D.”

Aw, you didn’t want to see me too, Grace? I’m so sad.Even my inner voice is rolling its eyes.

Maxwell shakes her hand. “Sorry about the other night. I don’t believe any of it, just so you know.”

I throw him a raised eyebrow. That wasn’t exactly the impression I got…

Grace smiles. “That’s okay. And thanks.”

Oh, so she’ll accepthisapology.

Nice, Grace. Guess we won’t be best friends.

Releasing her hand, Maxwell leans back in his chair. “What are you on this month?”

“General surgery.” Tight lines appear beside her mouth. “Four hours in, and it’s already draining my life force.”

“You don’t like surgery?” Maxwell asks.

“I don’t like surgeons.” She crosses her arms. “Or, I don’t likethesesurgeons.”

“Of course you don’t,” I mutter.

Maxwell chuckles. “We all deal with a bit of hazing.”

She scoffs and unclips a pager. “They gave me the penis pager.”

Maxwell pulls a breath through his teeth. “Sucks.”

I glance between them. “What’s a penis pager?”

“Urology,” they answer together, and Maxwell says, “A lot of old men who can’t pee.”

Grace throws a perturbed glance toward the ceiling. “Because that’s why I went into OB-GYN. To look at old penises all day.”

Maxwell laughs. I bite the inside of my lip. My pride won’t allow me to find her charming or funny. She’s a hypercritical shrew. End of story.

“My last consult had two propellers tattooed on his ass cheeks and was only too proud to tell me that he got them—” she deepens her voice “—so I can go deeper.”

Pride thwarted, I turn to my computer to hide my damning grin. Little Miss Priss has a sense of humor. Who knew?

“I think his junk not working is cosmic justice,” she says.

I don’t want to give her the satisfaction, but a snicker escapes anyway.

Her sparkling glare settles on me. “You think it’s funny?”

“It’s only funny that you’re suffering.” I shoot her a sarcastic smile. “Karma.”

“You’ll get your turn, Julian. Just wait.”

“It’s day one, girl,” Maxwell says. “Get used to being the scut monkey.”

Chastened, she bites her lip, hiding the freckle.

“I know.” She stares hard at me, narrowing her eyes in accusation. “Some people are just rude.”

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