Page 94 of Ten Day Affair
“Are you okay with everything?”
“I’m not okay with any of it, but I will be. Right now, everything is raw.”
A pause. “Where are you now?”
“About to walk over there.”
“You’re what?”
I huff out a breath. “To talk. To thank him for trying. I don’t know. It’s stupid. But I stormed out of the meeting after the vote, and he tried to stop me. I essentially told him to fuck off. I want to make nice before he leaves.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“Maybe not. But it's all so stupidly complicated.”
“What does it mean for the hospital?”
“I don’t know,” I say again, and this time it’s the truth in every direction.
"Can you be a resident at a concierge hospital? I don't even really know what that means."
“Even though I knew this was a possibility, I haven’t let myself think about what it means for my residency, or anything, really. To answer your question, I honestly don't know. I guess I have three months to figure that out.”
My phone vibrates in my ear.
I pull the phone down to see it's my dad calling in on the other line.
“Shit. My dad’s calling in. I need to grab it.”
“Call me after you talk to Cole. Promise.”
“Promise.”
I click to end the call and answer.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, Sammy. I’m glad you answered.”
His voice is calm, but I know him well enough to know that this isn't a social call.
I push off the door, start pacing. “Everything okay?”
“I wanted to talk to you before I left town.”
“Okay…”
A pause.
“I know you’ve been seeing Cole Houston.”
I stop mid-step. “Excuse me?”
“Sam, I'm not trying to get into your personal business. But when it crosses into my sphere and threatens to hurt you, I feel like it's my place to warn you.”
I blink. “You want to maybe explain what the hell you mean by seeing?”
“I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m saying whatever's going on could reflect poorly on you and him. It’s not a good look, Sam. Not to mention, it could jeopardize your future as a surgeon.”
