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“So that means it’s in Paradise Place?” she asked, grinning at him.
“Yes. Around the block. Older obviously since it’s around the block. This is one of the oldest sections of the development.”
“That’s great,” she said. “I hope it works out.”
“You do?” he asked.
“Yep. Then you’ll be within walking distance and we’d probably see more of each other and not less like you’re worried about. You’re going to live there right...if you buy it?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll live in it. Do you want to go with me to look at it tomorrow?”
“Why?” she asked. “It’s your flip.”
“So?” he said. “It’s going to be my house for the time being. I don’t know. I just thought you could keep me company. Maybe I can use you as sweat labor.”
She ran and jumped in his arms. “Yes,” she said.
Guess he was learning the right way to approach things after all.
23
Safe Thing
Six weeks later, at the end of September, Liz was called to the nurse’s station.
“Yes,” she said.
“There is someone here to see you,” another nurse said. “The waiting room just called back.”
“What?” she asked. She looked at her watch. It was midnight. No one would come to see her or ask for her in the waiting room unless it was a former patient. Very few remembered the name of the nurse that worked with them when they were there.
“I don’t know what to tell you. They said the guy has been up there for thirty minutes just waiting and when they finally got to him, he said he wasn’t hurt or sick but wanted to talk to you.”
“I don’t have time for this,” she said. “Did they get his name?”
“Not that I know of.”
Liz picked the phone up and called the check-in desk, but it went unanswered. Not surprised. They were as busy as she was.
She ran to her locker quickly to grab her phone out of her purse. She never had it on her and anyone that would be looking for her would know that.
She pulled it out and didn’t see any missed calls or texts, then went back to work. She’d get upfront when she could, but she wasn’t on break and if it was that important the person would have given his name.
It was almost an hour later when she finally could walk away. She’d wanted to go earlier, but when she was coming back from checking her phone, an ambulance came in and she had to deal with that first.
When she walked out through the doors leading to the desk checking people in, she said, “I’m Liz Carter. There was someone asking for me?”
She didn’t know who this woman was working the desk. She didn’t think they knew most of the nurses either. It was a revolving door half the time of employees out front and in the ER.
“Not me,” the woman at the first desk said. “Check with one of the others.”
She moved to the two others and then was told the guy was sitting in the waiting room.
“He’s not sick or hurt and he’s in the waiting room?”
“Not that waiting room,” the woman said. “There is another one outside the ER entrance.”
She wasn’t aware of that and had to be pointed in that direction. This was taking longer than she’d hoped and she needed to get back to her patients.
