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“Yeah.” He smiled devilishly. “Gotta go. But I’ll see you Friday?”
“Completely unfair.” I pouted. It was as if he had planned it all along. Drop this huge emotional bomb on me and then walk out the door.
He leaned down to kiss me. “But think how awesome Friday will be.” He waggled his eyebrows.
He left me naked on his bed as he headed off to become a Super Bowl champion.
All week I kept the TV on the sports channel. I couldn’t get enough coverage about Wes or the predictions for the Wranglers. He was everywhere. In every commercial. On every talk show. He was the Super Bowl’s golden boy.
We texted when we could. I sent messages in between surgeries, and he sent me dirty promises of what to expect when I arrived Friday night.
I shoved my phone in my pocket when I saw Dr. Evans walk around the corner.
“Dr. Ashworth, ready for your trip?”
By now the entire hospital knew I was dating Wes. The press hounded us every time we left the apartment. I still didn’t know the names of the people I worked with, but they all knew mine.
“Leaving tomorrow.” I smiled. “My first Super Bowl.”
“Tell Wes we’re all pulling for him.”
“Of course.”
“Before you go, I wanted to ask you something.” He spoke softly.
We were close to the doctors’ lounge. “Let’s go in here,” I suggested.
Luckily, it was empty, and I walked to the coffee pot to refill my thermos. “Is it a patient consult?” I asked.
“No. No. Just curious if you’ve gotten a call from a reporter. I believe her name is Jenny Nichols.”
“A reporter? Is it a piece on the new equipment we’re using on ankle reconstruction? Because I still have my doubts if we should continue the funding.”
He pulled his glasses down. “She’s not from the Med Journal. She’s a sports reporter.”
“Huh.”
“I guess you haven’t heard from her?”
I shook my head. “No, what did she want to talk to you about?”
“I’ve avoided her calls. But I’m sure it has to do with Wes’s hand.”
I stopped stirring my coffee and looked at my older colleague. “What would she want to know about his hand?”
Dr. Evans eyed me. “I don’t think we should discuss it. It’s better for both of us if we don’t.”
“You brought it up, Dr. Evans. And really, I’m in the dark. What does Jenny Nichols want?”
“Let’s just say that someone might have tipped off the press as to the seriousness of Wes’s injuries and that his recovery was lightning fast.” His bushy mustache twitched.
I peered at him, trying to piece it all together. “We didn’t release any information on his medical status.”
“No, but you and I are not the only ones who knew he had surgery. The team said it was a severe sprain.”
“Oh, God.” I covered my mouth. Was there someone in our hospital who had leaked Wes’s medical information?
Dr. Evans tapped my wrist for comfort. “I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. It’s only my curiosity. The team doesn’t distribute illegal substances. Neither do you or I. So, his recovery is truly a testament to what an amazing surgeon you are and his capacity to heal. Nothing more. We followed and upheld our medical ethics.”
