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Either way, I’ll make one hundred and fifty dollars, and Penny will have some emotional support when she meets Daxton’s mom.
“We should exchange numbers.” She tugs her phone out of her clutch purse. “We’ve bonded. We’re friends now, right Els?”
“Sure, Pen,” I toss a comparable nickname back at her.
“What’s your number?” she asks with a grin.
I tell her the digits as I watch her key each into her phone.
“I’m sending you a text now so you can add me to your contact list.” She laughs. “Under Pen, of course, because I love that.”
I smile as soon as I read the text message that pops up on my screen.
To new friends and blind dates. May you both be in my life forever.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gaines
I dragmyself out of the hospital shortly before midnight.
“Another night, another cardiologist on the loose.”
I don’t need to glance to my left to know who said that. “Go to hell, Dr. Scott.”
“Been there. Done that,” he quips. “I thought you punched out hours ago. Why are you just leaving now?”
I look to my right and the steady stream of traffic whizzing past us on the street. Lenox Hill Hospital is a hotbed of activity every hour of every day of each week of the year. Illness and tragedy never takes a minute off.
“I stumbled into the middle of a cardiac event when I was picking up my dinner,” I confess. “One thing lead to another and I had to make a repeat appearance in the CCU.”
“Is that a humble brag I hear?” He cups his left hand over his ear. “You saved another life out in the wild, didn’t you, Morgan? Jesus, you’re a goddamn show-off.”
I laugh that off. “What about you? Why aren’t you at home with Chloe and Elena?”
Evan’s wife and daughter are his world.
He shows up here to fill the role of the best vascular surgeon on staff, but his heart belongs at home with the two people he loves most.
He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Emergency surgery.”
I nod. “Sounds like it was a hell of a Friday night all the way around.”
“I’m about to grab a burger.” He shakes a finger at me. “Keep your opinion as a cardiologist to yourself. I’m fucking starving and I’m guessing you didn’t wolf down that takeout because you were too busy being the hero again.”
“Fuck you.” I chuckle. “I’m in for a burger and fries.”
“You break the rules and you look like that?” He shoves both hands in the front pockets of his pants. “How the hell are you still single at what… thirty-four? Thirty-five?”
“Thirty-six,” I correct him without bothering to point out that we’re almost the same age and he’s in as good of shape as I am.
“If you pull the plug and marry the right woman you could live longer, Gaines.” He leans back. “I read an article about that somewhere.”
“Not in a medical journal.”
He chuckles. “No. It was probably in a magazine in the ED waiting room.”
“You hang out in the waiting room in the ED?”
