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Again, I knew it was Ethan with me. But maybe, because of the water that made his hair lie smoothly backward, it felt like it was Ian talking to me. The brutal honesty in his eyes too. For some odd reason, it made his words have extra effect. Even when we met in med school, Ethan's words didn't echo as deeply.
"Natasha," he called. "I want you to know that you are very special, and there's nothing that will change that."
"I hope so too," I smiled.
It's Ethan. Not Ian.
"You're special to me…Ethan," I said.
I said his name to remind me of my main focus or concern. As we settled down to sleep, I noticed my phone was beeping. A text. Lawrence had texted. He was in Richmond and wanted to meet. The last thing I wanted was to see me at the hospital, with Ian and ruin anything.
Wait.. shouldn't I be more worried about him ruining things with Ethan? Ethan's practically sleeping in my bed.
"Is something wrong?" Ethan asked. "You look stressed."
"A family member is coming to see me. I'm wondering if it's possible to ask Isaac for another break. I don't know how Ian will react considering I just got back," I explained.
"You can go, I'll talk to him," he said.
"He'll listen?"
"I'm his older brother, he always listens. Just make it up to him," he said.
"Make it up to him?" I raised a brow.
"I, uh…"
"Did he tell you about the cookies?" I furrowed my brows.
"Yes he did," he laughed. "I was wondering when I was going to get mine."
That's right, I forgot to give him some. Strange…
"I'll make some for you, sometime," I promised.
"Did he mention anything else?" I asked as I put my phone down and lay down, facing him.
"Are you sure you want me to tell you? It's kind of a sibling thing," he said.
"Come on… make an exception for me," I pleaded.
"Fine…." he sighed. "He talked about how intelligent you were. He also mentioned something about you being a good actress if you wanted to. Told me that your colleagues and patients have been leaving good reviews about you too…"
I don't know why, but as he mentioned everything Ian had said about me, it felt like I was listening to Ian himself telling me everything about me that he found fascinating.
My mischievous smile.
How I showed up to work looking more beautiful than the last.
The way I carried myself.
My eagerness to learn.
How I craved being alone sometimes.
The fact I should open a bakery, or a confectionery store.
Everything Ethan said didn't sound like things Ian had told him. It felt like I was hearing it directly from Ian himself. As Ethan spoke about them, he seemed excited to mention everything he had learned about me. I don't know…I was still picturing Ian talking. I'll blame it on how relaxed his hair looked and how cold yet warm his voice was. It seemed as he relaxed after the shower, he had slipped into an image of his younger brother.
