Page 23 of The Billionaire's Fortunate Accident
“Miss Moxon, do you mind if I ask you what that gentleman’s name is?” the doctor asked me.
“Stone.” I wasn’t sure why he’d ask about him, but he had eyed Stone a bit. “You know him?”
“Not sure. He does look familiar, though.” He led us back to the wing where the operating rooms were located. “I haven’t seen him around here before. Do you and he have something going on?”
“I’m not sure yet.” I had no idea why he was asking me such personal questions. I didn’t much care for it either. “So, we’ll go put on surgical gowns and scrub up then meet you inside, Doctor Weaver.”
“Yeah, you all go do that.”
The other interns were young men, and all of them seemed interested in the questions the doctor had asked me. Toby bumped my shoulder with his as we reached for a gown at the same time. “So, do you have a boyfriend now, Miss Moxon?”
“No.” I didn’t like this at all. It was exactly what I didn’t want to happen. “Can we just stay out of each other’s personal lives, please?”
“It’s just that it’s been years, and we’ve never seen you with anyone. We were beginning to wonder about you, is all,” he clarified.
And I hated that. “Don’t wonder about me. There’s nothing to wonder about. I’m here to become a doctor. End of story. Nothing to wonder about at all. And if I do have a boyfriend, still nothing to wonder about.”
The other intern, Javier, stepped up. “Let’s mind our own business, Toby. She’s not one to be teased, obviously.”
“You’re right about that.” I put the gown on then went to scrub up.
I detested people talking about anything that concerned my personal life. I wasn’t there to be talked about or understood. I was there for one purpose, nothing other than that.
Meeting the doctor just before we went into the operating room, he asked, “Miss Moxon, can you please help me with the mask?” He held his gloved hands up, not wanting to touch anything.
“Of course.” I pulled a mask off the shelf.
“That man you were with — you know his last name, don’t you?” he asked.
I saw Toby and Javier earwigging on our conversation. “Of course I do.”
“It’s Nash, isn’t it?” the doctor asked with a knowing grin.
“Yes, it is.” I had no idea how he knew that.
“Have you been to the resort he and his brothers own yet?”
“The what?” I must have misheard him.
“He and his four brothers own Whispers Resort and Spa near downtown Austin. You knew that, right?”
I did not know that. But the way everyone was now looking at me bothered me immensely. “I know he’s a chef. We haven’t had time to talk much.”
“I bet,” Toby snickered. “Doing the horizontal mambo doesn’t leave one with much time for conversation.”
Snapping my head around, I glared at him. “It’s not like that at all. I don’t appreciate you saying such a thing.”
Doctor Weaver scowled at Toby. “That’s not okay.”
“I apologize.” Toby ducked his head. “Sorry, Jessa.”
“Miss Moxon,” Doctor Weaver corrected him.
“Sorry, Miss Moxon,” Toby said, then went into the operating room, followed by the other interns.
Just before I put on the doctor’s mask, he said, “I didn’t mean to start up anything. It’s just that I was certain that I knew that man from somewhere. The Nash brothers were featured on the cover of Texas Monthly. I think it was in last year's November issue. The men have made billions — they’re really starting an empire, it seems. I just wondered if you knew that you were hanging out with a very wealthy man. I meant no disrespect.”
My jaw clenched. “I know you didn’t.” The news he’d given me wasn’t good at all.
