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“Thank you for taking time out of your lunch break to do this,” I say.
“For you, anything, anytime. Tell me again about this injury you need me to look at.”
I point at Andrew. “He’s got a hole in his butt.”
“Don’t we all,” Shayla says dryly.
I do introductions, refusing to give more than the basic details. I don’t need Andrew knowing more about my life than he already does. I have a lifetime of experience keeping details about my family to myself.
“All right, let’s see what we’ve got going on,” Shayla says.
“Drop your pants, Andrew,” I say.
“This is so fucking awkward,” he mutters.
“Nonsense. You told me earlier you’re the reigning Mr. Perfect Ass or whatever you called it,” I remind him.
“Mr. Perfect Cheeks,” he corrects.
“I’m gonna need clarification,” Shayla says, waggling her eyebrows in obvious delight. “What exactly is it you do?”
He blows out a breath, looking uncharacteristically embarrassed.
“I’m a set double,” I say.
“What exactly does that mean?” Shayla asks. “Wow, this is a straight up hole in your ass.” She laughs. “You weren’t wrong, Max.”
“I’m usually not.”
Andrew gives the basic overview of his job and how he injured himself this time.
Shayla looks amused by his job and the injury, which makes me feel oddly protective of him. What’s up with that?
“Someone on set gave him a Xanax because he has vasovagal syncope,” I explain.
“I never actually pass out. It just makes me feel woozy and a bit sick to my stomach. Just not a fan of blood.”
“Fair enough,” Shayla says. “The good news is, I think I can do this with only a couple of stitches.”
“What about scarring?” I ask.
“Minimal,” Shayla says. “If any at all.”
“Good,” I say.
“First though, the tetanus shot,” Shayla says.“Let me go grab my bag.”
“So how do y’all know each other?” Andrew asks.
“Medical school.”
Andrew’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re a doctor? Not just a medic?”
“I haven’t finished med school.”
“Why not?”
“Things got complicated.” Normally, I don’t talk much about med school, but something about Andrew makes him easy to talk to, so I find myself telling him the truth. “My grandfather was bankrolling school for me. One night last year, I said something he didn’t like and he cut me off.”
