my mind finished. She better have meant swim or run or spin class or something. She must have been texting that last one as I walked in. My eyes dart to Holly again. That sneaky little . . .
a game of tennis, my fingers type. In a rush, I hit send. My stomach churns. What the hell did I just do? The reply comes instantly. Excellent. Shall I bring a partner to play doubles?
ya!
Holly was going to be pissed. Tennis was the one sport she hated. She couldn't even manage to skate by with enough finesse to fool a dog. Anything with a racket made her look like a ravenous monkey. Another response comes again. See you there.
I hurriedly erase the texts up to Holly's last one and drop the phone back in its place. Holly finishes her chat with Mrs. Newman and jogs back over.
"I have to go to work," I say, checking my watch. All I wanted to do was rush out before she figured out what I'd done.
"Yeah," she sighs. "I'll call you after work."
"Uh-huh." I jog through the doors, taking in a gulp of fresh air. Oh yeah. She was definitely going to call me.
* * *
"You spent how long cooking your ass off and Prince Charming didn't show? Gasp." Sadie was one of the reasons I still worked at Harrison Memorial. We both had been hired at the same time, went through orientation together, and the rest is obvious. She made me laugh and sometimes I found myself questioning how on earth she had a boyfriend.
"I'm sure he has a good excuse," I mumble. I dig my toes into the soles of my shoes. Sadie would yell like a crazy person if I told her Rex had been with Holly.
"A good excuse would be nothing short of a diamond necklace and some serious smoozing."
"Yeah well I'm trying not to think about that." I sort through a tray of medications. "First, I need to bust through this shift." And pray that the sound of Holly's dance shoes never thumped down the hallway.
"Perv boy at one o'clock," Sadie says under her breath.
"Ladies," Dr. Saxten chimes in. I hate the way appeared out of nowhere. "You two attending the company fundraiser this weekend?" I completely forgot about that. Mostly because I had no money to donate.
"Of course." Sadie was an expert at fake smiles.
"Kat," he continues. When Dr. P said my name I had to refrain from flaring my nostrils. "You going?"
"Uh-"
"Who with?"
"You'll probably stop by with the boyfriend," Sadie butts in. "Right?" I nod.
"Oh right. Well, I look forward to meeting him. His shiny forehead strolls out of view.
"You owe me," Sadie quietly remarks. "I just saved you from an awkie convo."
"What would I do without you?" I joke.
"We've covered that." She rolls her eyes. "You'd be in splitsville with Dr. Creep over there, and stuck with graveyards." I laugh and grab Earl's chart. My eyes keep checking the time. Any minute I was expecting an angry phone call or a thousand text messages. I lightly knock on the door to Earl's hospital room. A quiet voice tells me to come in. Jack was visiting.
"How's he doing?" I whisper. Earl's head is straight back on his pillow. His eyes are closed and a dab of drool is trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"He's had better days." Jack's sitting so the muscles in his arms are perfectly displayed. His hair is messy like he just climbed out of bed, but his soft blue eyes compliment the sharpness of his face. I check the monitor.
"You look like you've had better days as well," I comment.
"I didn't get much sleep last night. How was your date?"
"Well-"
"Let me guess," he interrupts. "Perfect?" He raises his eyebrows as I shake my head, staring down at papers.
"The date was canceled."
"Why?" Jack leans back looking bewildered.
"Something came up I guess. He wasn't able to make it." I hold my breath and wait for the teasing, the lectures, a rant about
a game of tennis, my fingers type. In a rush, I hit send. My stomach churns. What the hell did I just do? The reply comes instantly. Excellent. Shall I bring a partner to play doubles?
ya!
Holly was going to be pissed. Tennis was the one sport she hated. She couldn't even manage to skate by with enough finesse to fool a dog. Anything with a racket made her look like a ravenous monkey. Another response comes again. See you there.
I hurriedly erase the texts up to Holly's last one and drop the phone back in its place. Holly finishes her chat with Mrs. Newman and jogs back over.
"I have to go to work," I say, checking my watch. All I wanted to do was rush out before she figured out what I'd done.
"Yeah," she sighs. "I'll call you after work."
"Uh-huh." I jog through the doors, taking in a gulp of fresh air. Oh yeah. She was definitely going to call me.
* * *
"You spent how long cooking your ass off and Prince Charming didn't show? Gasp." Sadie was one of the reasons I still worked at Harrison Memorial. We both had been hired at the same time, went through orientation together, and the rest is obvious. She made me laugh and sometimes I found myself questioning how on earth she had a boyfriend.
"I'm sure he has a good excuse," I mumble. I dig my toes into the soles of my shoes. Sadie would yell like a crazy person if I told her Rex had been with Holly.
"A good excuse would be nothing short of a diamond necklace and some serious smoozing."
"Yeah well I'm trying not to think about that." I sort through a tray of medications. "First, I need to bust through this shift." And pray that the sound of Holly's dance shoes never thumped down the hallway.
"Perv boy at one o'clock," Sadie says under her breath.
"Ladies," Dr. Saxten chimes in. I hate the way appeared out of nowhere. "You two attending the company fundraiser this weekend?" I completely forgot about that. Mostly because I had no money to donate.
"Of course." Sadie was an expert at fake smiles.
"Kat," he continues. When Dr. P said my name I had to refrain from flaring my nostrils. "You going?"
"Uh-"
"Who with?"
"You'll probably stop by with the boyfriend," Sadie butts in. "Right?" I nod.
"Oh right. Well, I look forward to meeting him. His shiny forehead strolls out of view.
"You owe me," Sadie quietly remarks. "I just saved you from an awkie convo."
"What would I do without you?" I joke.
"We've covered that." She rolls her eyes. "You'd be in splitsville with Dr. Creep over there, and stuck with graveyards." I laugh and grab Earl's chart. My eyes keep checking the time. Any minute I was expecting an angry phone call or a thousand text messages. I lightly knock on the door to Earl's hospital room. A quiet voice tells me to come in. Jack was visiting.
"How's he doing?" I whisper. Earl's head is straight back on his pillow. His eyes are closed and a dab of drool is trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"He's had better days." Jack's sitting so the muscles in his arms are perfectly displayed. His hair is messy like he just climbed out of bed, but his soft blue eyes compliment the sharpness of his face. I check the monitor.
"You look like you've had better days as well," I comment.
"I didn't get much sleep last night. How was your date?"
"Well-"
"Let me guess," he interrupts. "Perfect?" He raises his eyebrows as I shake my head, staring down at papers.
"The date was canceled."
"Why?" Jack leans back looking bewildered.
"Something came up I guess. He wasn't able to make it." I hold my breath and wait for the teasing, the lectures, a rant about
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