Page 7 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
"No, that she's my future wife," Marcus replied with a smirk.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Here we go again. My brother was already planning a wedding after one night. This poor woman had no idea what she was getting herself into.
But what got my attention was the fact that Angela was looking back at my brother with just as much delusion in her gaze.
"So, Aries, Marcus tells me you're some hotshot surgeon," she said, leaning against the bar.
"I'm alright," I replied, taking a sip of the bourbon. The amber liquid burned in the best way possible as it slid down my throat.
"Don't let him fool you," Marcus jumped in. "My brother is the youngest chief of orthopedic surgery at St. Ambrose. He's just being modest for once in his life."
"Yeah, well, being the best doesn't mean shit when someone's trying to sue me for something I didn’t do.”
"A lawsuit?" Angela's eyebrows shot up. "That's rough. What happened?"
I waved her off, not wanting to get into the details with a stranger, especially one who was probably going to be another one of Marcus's short-lived relationships.
"Nothing. Just some patient who isn't happy with his recovery time. It'll get sorted."
"By your fine ass attorney," Marcus added with a smirk.
I glared at him. "Watch it."
"What? I'm just repeating what you said."
Angela looked between us, clearly amused by our brotherly bickering. "I take it this attorney has made quite the impression?"
"Yeah, an impression like a boot to the ass," I muttered, taking another sip. "She canceled my surgery today to make me sit in a conference room for six hours going over medical records."
"She's just doing her job. Don’t be too hard on her.”
I looked over at my brother, and he was just sitting there grinning back at me with a dopey look on his face.
“What? You should listen to her. She’s a very smart woman.”
Because after one day, he had firsthand knowledge of how smart she was.
I finished my second drink and decided to call it a night for real this time. I wasn’t about to sit and listen to two love-struck fools.
“I’m going to get out of here. I need to get some rest. Hopefully, there won’t be any surprises tomorrow. Y’all be safe.
I needed to get the hell out of there before I said something that would piss off my brother and his new "future wife." I threw some cash on the bar, enough to cover my drinks plus a generous tip, and stood up.
"It was nice meeting you, Angela," I said, trying to sound sincere. "Good luck with this one."
Angela laughed. "I think I can handle him."
"That's what they all say," I muttered under my breath as I headed for the door.
Outside, the cool evening air hit my face, and I took a deep breath. The day had been a complete shit show from start to finish, and all I wanted was to get home, take a hot shower, and fall into bed. Maybe things would look better in the morning, but I doubted it.
As I walked to my car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, half expecting it to already be Marcus with some more nonsense about his "future wife," but instead, it was an email notification. From Skylar Wise.
"Jesus. I cannot escape her,” I spoke out loud even though there was no one to hear me.
I ignored the message and put my phone back in my pocket, deciding that I would at least enjoy my ride home. However, the drive home was a blur. Traffic was light for once, and I found myself pulling into my condo's parking garage sooner than expected. I sat in my car for a minute, letting the silence envelop me.
After a few minutes, I knew I couldn’t ignore my phone any longer. So, I pulled it out of my pocket, thinking that I would read Skylar’s message now, but put whatever it says behind me for the rest of the night.
