Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Gross,” he mumbled. “Do you mind if I scroll through this?”
“Not at all,” I said. “But I have to go back to work because I’ve been off for the last forty-five minutes for lunch. Would you mind bringing it back to me when you’re done?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Do you have a nurses’ lounge I can hang out in for a while?”
I gestured to him to follow me, and he did.
Taking him into the break room, which I figure being a cop he already knew we had, I told him to pick a seat but pointed out my favorite. “If you sit there, you can lean back against the wall. It almost feels like you are reclined.”
His grin was small, but there. “Thanks, Calamity.”
I went back to work for what felt like forever before he finally came back to hand over my phone.
Unfortunately, I was hand deep in a woman’s chest at the time.
He watched me work, and I felt his eyes on me, but with a doctor yelling at me to hold pressure, and the woman staring at me like I was her lifeline, I couldn’t pull away. I did feel all warm and gooey inside, though. Like warm hot chocolate on the coldest day of the year.
It was a very long time later when I felt the hand slide around my hip. I also felt the drop of my phone into my pocket.
And an hour later, I was finally able to pull it out to see it.
On the phone there was a post-it note that read:
Thank you. I programmed my office number into your phone. If you can think of anything more helpful, or anything else you might want me to know, or even want to share a bite of pancake, give me a call.
P.S. Your mom texted. I texted her back because she sounded like she was going to have a coronary if you didn’t reply right then.
Quaid.
I was smiling over the note and thinking about how I got the sexy cop’s phone number, even if it was an office number, while I was waiting for the shuttle that would take me to the employee approved parking area.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman with brown hair making a mad dash out of the building.
The fast movement caught my eye, and I turned to watch the streak of blue scrubs with beautiful brown hair make her way to her car that was parked—illegally might I add—in the tow-away zone right outside of the hospital.
More power to her.
I wish I had the ability to totally disregard the law like her.
Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t be waiting for a shuttle for fifteen minutes after I got off work, only to have to take another fifteen-minute shuttle ride to where the hospital felt like we should park our cars.
Then again, maybe I was a rebel after all.
I did steal some gang banger’s drugs and money today…
“The blatant disregard for rules and regulations,” Dr. Brewn grumbled as he came up to stand beside me.
I smiled at him. “I don’t know. She may have the right of it. You probably don’t know it but sitting here waiting for the shuttle to come around sucks. I have to get here forty-five minutes early every day to make sure that I get to work on time. Just sayin’, but if a doctor is on board the shuttle, the bus driver’s been informed to always drop y’all off first. And the doctors’ lot is well out of the way from the nurses’ lot.”
Dr. Brewn frowned. “Is it? I didn’t know they did that.”
“They gave you that covered parking on Airline,” I said. “Our parking lot is off of West Street near the interstate.”
He opened his mouth, and then closed it.
“That’s…” he hesitated. “I’m sorry.”
That was just how this backward hospital worked.
Funny enough, it was also what motivated me to become a nurse anesthetist.
The whole anesthesia team had a covered parking area next to the hospital. I’d seen them there chatting outside of their cars about a minute and a half after the end of their shifts. They had a full-blown conversation, shared a dessert from the place next door, and had left before the shuttle had even arrived.
Honestly, I’d known that I was going to further my career in some way, but I hadn’t known the exact path I was going to take.
But after seeing them that day, I’d decided that I wanted to have a cushy parking spot like them. And they were the only team besides the trauma surgeons that had close parking spots.
Though, I certainly wasn’t going to go the medical doctor route. I’d already gone through four years of nursing school. Not to mention, I didn’t want that much debt to my name.
“It is what it is,” I said when I finally spotted the shuttle.