Page 3 of Egotistical Jerk
His nostrils flared, and his mouth opened.
Before he could utter a single word, another doctor appeared behind him and smacked a palm against his shoulder blade. If Dr. Ryker resembled a thunderstorm, the newcomer could be called a sunny day. His blond hair was tousled in a way that made me think he'd just rolled out of bed. The line of his jaw was sharp and chiseled and his eyes were bright blue.
"You picking on the newbies again, Seb?"
I bet that British accent had all the ladies swooning like idiots. He focused on me and even though I didn't think it was possible, his face lit up even more.
"Dr. Simon Hogue." Sidling up next to Dr. Ryker, he stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you."
"Dr.Mia Phillips." Wrinkling my brow, I asked, "How did you know I'm new here?"
Dr. Hogue took a step back and nudged Dr. Ryker's shoulder with his own. "Oh, Seb here has all of your faces on a board in his office."
A weird sound rumbled through Dr. Ryker's chest. It sounded like a cross between a huff and a growl. He trained his dark eyes on me again.
"I'm sure Gillian is waiting for you." One equally dark eyebrow slowly arched.
Right, that was my cue to leave.
"Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Hogue."
Without sparing theotherdoctor another glance, I side-stepped them both and made a dash for the elevators.
At least I still had a job… for now.
Chapter 2
SEBASTIAN
"I know you think dark and stormy is a good look for you, Seb, but it really isn't."
Tearing my eyes away from the fleeing redhead, I glared to my left and found Simon trying and failing to hold back his grin.
"Piss off."
My grunted words only seemed to amuse him even more. With a shake of my head, I shoved my hands into my pockets and headed for the staff elevator.
I wasn't surprised when he fell into step next to me, and a chuckle filled the space between us.
"Why are you so prickly, anyway? Do you need some action? I'm sure Bridget can hook you up with one of the nurses." Bridget, Simon's wife, was a nurse on staff here at Memorial, and I was certain if I asked her she'd be more than happy to arrange a date for me.
If that was what I wanted.
Being a doctor wasn't just a nine-to-five. Not for me, at least. My brain never left this hospital. There was always some new disease just waiting to be diagnosed. I didn't have the time or energy to date.
And a quick tumble between the sheets simply wasn't my style.
Simon nudged my shoulder, and I realized I hadn't answered him.
"No, thank you. Your wife does not need to set me up. As for my mood." I spared him a glance. "What she did in there was unprofessional."
If I didn't know any better, I would've sworn the sound coming from my friend's throat was cutting off his air supply.
"Oh yes, so very unprofessional." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "How dare she, a qualified doctor, waltz into her place of employment and do her job by saving a man's life?" He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "The nerve of some people."
Nowhewas pissing me off, too. "There are rules and protocols for a reason, Simon. What if the patient died as a result of something she'd done?"
Another laugh broke free, and he patted my chest in a way that saidthere, there.
