Page 75 of Love Sick

“Something funny?” I raise an eyebrow.

He nods his head toward LaShay, now squawking at one of the nurses. “She seems like a trip.”

I glance at LaShay. “Oh. Yeah. It’s—whatever.”

At least she lets me operate, unlike Levine…

“I’m Trevor.” He holds a hand out for me to shake.

Warm hands. Not pretty, though. Not like—

“I’m Grace.”

“So I heard.” He pulls up an MRI report. “Are you taking care of the patient in twenty-three?”

I nod.

“She has an unstable Lisfranc injury. She’ll probably need surgery.”

Lisfranc? Isn’t that a foot thing?

“Oh. You’re ortho.” I sigh. “Shit.” The woman is thirty-eight weeks pregnant.

He laughs. “Indeed. I’ll talk to my attending. You talk to yours. We’ll make a plan.”

“Yeah, all right.”

He signs out of his computer and spins toward me. “Why don’t you give me your cell? It’ll be easier to coordinate that way.”

I blink. “It will? How?”

His lips roll inward as he tries and fails to hide a smile. He leans toward me. “I’m just trying to get your number.”

“Oh. Oh!” I ignore the flare of warmth across my cheeks and stutter out my number. Wait. Did I want him to have my number? Why am I so awkward? It’s like as soon as a stranger speaks to me, I lose all sense of myself and become a bottle of butterflies.

But it’s too late now. The dude has my number.

I scrutinize his face for any signs of preconceived notions. Has he heard the rumors about me? Does he believe them?

A squawk startles me. “Where’d that Grace girl go?”

I leap to my feet to face Dr. LaShay. “Right here.”

She looks at me again like we’ve never met. “No. You’re Dr. Rose.”

I struggle to keep the smile on my face. “Yes. Sapphire Grace Rose.”

“Oh. Well, come on. Dr. Echols is still busy.”

Waving a goodbye to Trevor, I follow LaShay to the OR. She may be crazy, but the woman lets me perform the whole surgery, barely touching an instrument herself. Small wins, right?

Afterward, I grin at the waiting text.

Trevor:It was nice to meet you Sapphire Grace Rose. Maybe next time you’ll be able to tell I’m flirting with you.

Me:haha

Me:Maybe so

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