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“Were we?” I busied myself rearranging my silverware. “I don’t remember.”
Frankie poured herself another glass of wine. “Ah, Skylar Marshall is so cool. You know she has eleven million followers on Instagram. That’s more than some of the men’s team. Did you know that? How many have you got, Miri?”
Miri smoothed a smile onto her pale face. Poor Miri. This pregnancy was tough. She’d moved in with Gabe, but when he went away for work, she always came home. She must have liked the comfort, even if we all drove each other up the wall. “I don’t know. I don’t care about that sort of thing.”
“One hundred fifty thousand,” Frankie said, pointing her wine glass at Miri for emphasis. “You’ve got one hundred fifty thousand. That’s embarrassing. You need to pull your finger out.”
A little frown flitted across Miri’s face.
“It’s not a competition, my love. Don’t worry.” Gabe squeezed Miri’s hand and flashed a faux-sympathetic smile. “But if it was. I have twenty million followers. Just putting it out there.”
Miri gave an indignant snort, but amusement flashed in her eyes. “Well, you’ve just lost one.”
What was up with Skylar? She’d always been so confident. Every weekend, I’d watched my old crush from the sidelines. I was there to support Miri, but I couldn’t help it if my eyes occasionally drifted to Skylar Marshall. It wasn’t my fault. Whose eyes wouldn’t drift? She had the kind of charisma that commanded everyone’s attention, on and off the pitch. If Skylar needed something, I wanted to help. The back of my neck itched. Well, not just Skylar. The whole team. I could help the whole team. This wasn’t just about Skylar. Definitely not.
“Fine. I can help you at the football club,” I said.
Miri frowned. “Really?” She exchanged a look with Gabe. “I thought that would be a harder sell.”
I sat a little straighter in the chair. “No. You’re right. I need something else to do. A sabbatical is a great idea. It sounds ideal.”
Yes. This was about taking a break from the hospital for a while. It was the best decision for me. I could help Skylar. Well, the whole team. It wasn’t just about Skylar. It was the right decision for me. In fact, it had very little to do with Skylar Marshall.
“Come by my office when you’re free and we’ll talk.” Gabe held up his wineglass and his eyes locked with mine. “Welcome to the team, Doc. Good to have you on board.” He raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Let’s hope we can hold your attention as much as your… intellectual pursuits.”
