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“Are you ever going to get that fixed?” I asked.
Deb looked up at me, her almond eyes lifting with her eyebrows. “Do you want to talk about what your Prius looks like right now?”
“Touché. Carry on,” I said, glancing around the parking lot.” I heard a jingle, and then the doors unlocked in unison.
We sat together in the tiny confines of her compact car. Deb shoved the key into the ignition, but paused before turning on the engine.
“I haven’t told you, but I’m glad you’re okay. You scared me to death.”
I smiled, touched by her uncharacteristically tender moment.
“I mean, who would cover my shifts?” she asked. My smile vanished. “Who would fetch me ice cream when I’m sick? Who would make fun of Michaels with me?”
“You’re a bag full of dicks,” I said.
“Yeah, but I’m going to buy you a six-pack of beer to celebrate your return from the dead and your new found infatuation with McPanties.”
“Please stop calling him that,” I said.
“Where does this leave the doc?”
“What is with everyone? I realize my crush on him wasn’t as secret as I thought, but …” I sighed. “Yes, I like him. But I don’t want him.” My eyes bulged at the word want. It was embarrassing to think anyone would believe I would act on my silly infatuation. “It’s just a safe, harmless crush. Exactly the kind I’m comfortable with.”
“Until McPanties came along and cradled you in his arms, fighting Death himself until the cavalry arrived with full lights and sirens.”
“You’ve got to stop calling him that.”
Her theatrics faded as she backed out of her parking spot and headed toward the road. “Yeah … but I won’t.”
The night shift during a full moon had irritated my achy muscles more than I’d admit, but instead of going home to rest, I found myself walking into St. Ann’s ER. Even if every step was agony, it was worth the pain to see Avery. She didn’t seem to be suffering at all. In fact, our collision was a turning point neither of us had seen coming.
Once the ambulance bay doors swept open, I saw Avery right away. She was scribbling quickly with her left hand in a chart. She glanced at the cheap watch on her small wrist and then jotted down a few more lines. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid cascading down the back of her turquoise scrubs, moving to the side when she turned to see who was approaching.
“I thought that was you,” she said, shoving the chart into a cubbyhole.
“It was the boots, right?” I asked.
She looked down, chuckling.
I scanned her face, noting the braid had fallen over her right shoulder, and the way her mascara lightly clumped around her lashes. It was morning, her makeup was still fresh, and her scrubs hadn’t met with anyone’s bodily fluids, yet. Either way, she was stunning.
The accident had given us something that only we held in common, but appreciating that felt wrong. Avery had almost been killed.
“Avery,” I said.
She looked up, and I saw something in her smile I hadn’t seen before. She wasn’t only happy to see me—she’d been looking forward to it.
“Have lunch with me,” I blurted out.
After a half-second of surprise, Avery scanned my face, looking for something. She didn’t trust me, and who could blame her?
She twisted her wrist to look at her watch, and then pushed away from the counter in front of her. “Nope.”
“Nope?”
She glanced over her shoulder toward the waiting room and then leaned in, looking straight at me—no running her fingers nervously through her hair, no shifting her weigh from one leg to the other, no looking up at me from under her lashes. She wasn’t intimidated by anything, and I had to know why.
“It’s Jacobs.”
I grinned. “So, does that mean you’re going to call me Avery? Because that’s just weird.”
She blinked and then stumbled over her next words. “Fine. First names. But I’m still not going out with you. At least, not for lunch.”
“Not for lunch … then dinner?”
Someone called her last name, and then Avery went into action. “If you’ll excuse me …” Avery slid by, leaving me standing alone at the nurses’ station.
“Ouch,” Ashton said, resting her full cheek on the heel of her hand.
Carissa Ashton was a charge nurse in the ER, and one of my easier conquests when I had first moved to Philadelphia. Ashton couldn’t let our one evening together go, and she seemed to be fully enjoying the sight of me getting shot down by Jacobs.
My nostrils flared, and I gritted my teeth to keep my mouth shut.
“Doesn’t look like you’re taking that one home tonight. Did you say you were heading to lunch? What about brunch? I get off in fifteen minutes.”
“I can’t, Ashton. Go f—have a pleasant rest of the day.”
She frowned but said nothing else as I made my way back out to the parking lot.
I drove home half confused, half pissed. I’d never had to work this hard for any girl, and it was even more maddening because I could tell Avery wasn’t totally opposed. She was waiting for something. A gesture, maybe? Or was she still wrapped up in Doc Rose? Avery wasn’t the type to care about the white coat or the title. Maybe the stability, the assumed dependability. He at least appeared to have his shit together. He’d settled down, and Quinn had mentioned the doc had a house in Alapocas. I could never give Avery that, but I was one ring-less finger better than Doc Rose.
