Page 22 of Billionaire Surfer


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I smile. “You call me Ms. Marquez, but I have to call you Vic?”

“Sorry,” he says. “I’ll call you Brooklyn from now on.”

“That’s a deal, Vic,” I say. “Now, what’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing,” he says with a slight pause. “I just wanted to check how you’re feeling.”

“Wow,” I say. “Back home, there are too many people around for the doctors to check on you once you leave their sight.”

Vic chuckles. “Small towns do have their advantages.”

“Seems like. But to get back to your original question, when it comes to any after-effects of the near drowning, I’m completely fine.”

“Why does it sound like there’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere?” Vic asks.

I look at Evan guiltily. “I’m sunburned.”

Just as I was afraid, Evan’s already-glowery expression gets glowery-er.

“I’m sorry,” Vic says. “But on the bright side, that’s a common malady for tourists, and all seem to survive. My medical advice would be to stay out of the sun for a few days and take ibuprofen as needed.”

I sigh. “A few days?”

Sun is one of the major selling points of Florida. That and crazy stories about its denizens.

“Sorry. I’m sure you’ll recover soon,” Vic says.

“Thanks. I’ve got to run.”

If I don’t, Evan might start to breathe fire. He must be one of those people who hate cell phones at the dinner table.

“Ah, right,” Vic says. “Later.”

I hang up and meet Evan’s surly gaze. “That was your friend.”

“Vic and I are not that close,” Evan grits out. “Not anymore.”

Jeesh. Didn’t he call him his buddy back at the hospital? “Is there a problem?”

“Vic is being rude,” he says.

“How?”

“He saw us together, but he’s hitting on you anyway.”

Ah. So this is some male territoriality? “Vic was just being nice. Checking on my health.”

“No,” Evan says. “He was trying to ask you on a date.”

He was? “I don’t think so. Doctors aren’t allowed to date patients.”

Evan scoffs. “If Vic didn’t date his patients, he’d never get a date in his life.”

I roll my eyes. “You did tell him, ‘We’re not dating.’” And was almost insultingly adamant about that.

“Oh.” Evan frowns. “I forgot.”

“It’s all moot anyway. If he asks me, I’ll say no. I’m not into flings, which is the only thing possible when you’re on vacation.”

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