atmosphere, totally low-key, but fun, and even though she was stuffed from Mrs. Masters’ meal, she was eyeing the potato skins someone had ordered a few chairs down.
“Well, at least there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. One more year and I’ll be a real doctor. I am so excited. It’s been a long slog. College, medical school, then residency. But it will all be worth it,” Lynn said. Phoebe thought she detected a note of wistfulness in Lynn’s voice.
“What do you think you want to do?” Phoebe asked. She had known a few doctors in Los Angeles, mostly plastic surgeons or dermatologists. Not bad people, but they were always working an angle once they found out who she was, trying to see if Savannah would be interested in endorsing them. One guy had even gone so far as to promise Phoebe some “free work” if she could get Savannah to recommend him.
“Well, my dad knows a few people who would be happy to bring me into their practice. Or I could get a job at the hospital. Since he’s the chief of staff there, it might be a little weird though, you know, like everyone would think I only got the job because of him.”
Phoebe shook her head. “In Los Angeles, it’s all about who you know. No one would think twice of using any connection they could to get ahead. My last boyfriend was an actor.” She thought briefly of Garrett and the way photographers had always seemed to be around when they went on dates. “And it turned out he was all about my connection to Savannah.”
“Sounds like you were burned by someone.” Lynn looked at her. “Come on, spill. If you tell me about yours, I will tell you about mine. Can’t be worse than someone who got turned on by ‘playing doctor.’”
“Dumped me about a week after Savannah’s funeral.”
“What?” Lynn said, her voice disbelieving. “That creep. What reason did he give you?”
“It was him, not me, you know. The same old stuff. I realized I had just about outlived my usefulness, especially since he had just gotten cast on a new show. And I had this rule: no dating actors. I thought I had learned my lesson, but Garrett was so charming, I just couldn’t resist.”
Lynn’s nose crinkled. “Do you mean Garrett McGraw, the one who’s going to be on the new medical show?”
Phoebe looked at her glass. It was almost empty. There was a group of guys, late twenties, early thirties, casually dressed. One of them tried to catch their eye. Phoebe sent a quick smile and then turned to Lynn. Somehow, a blond cutie in a fleece wasn’t doing it for her tonight, not when she had spent the afternoon drawing pictures of a dark haired, blue-eyed lurker.
Phoebe shook her head. “He’s the one. I thought he was different. We actually went to high school together and, believe you me, he was not that cute back then. So when he showed up looking all yummy and delicious, fresh off that other show, I thought I was being the shallow one, you know, giving him a second chance.”
“But let me guess, he was just using you?” Lynn said, her eyes wide and knowing.
“He wanted to impress Savannah. Turns out, he wanted her to make a few phone calls to some producers, which I guess she did. She never could resist a cute face. Or tight abs. And before I know it, he goes from having a few bit parts in a TV show to being cast as the charming yet deep doctor on the most anticipated show of the season, ‘Mercy.’” Phoebe shook her head and looked into her drink. She had managed to finish her entire margarita.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, real doctors hate those shows. Everything’s always so dramatic and over-the-top. And trust me, none of us look that good in scrubs,” Lynn said.
“Thanks, but I don’t think that makes me feel better.”
“So did you ever act?” Lynn asked.
“No way. Not for me. Let’s just say I am definitely a behind-the-scenes girl. I worked as a set designer for a while and then as a graphic designer and then a designer.
“Well, at least there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. One more year and I’ll be a real doctor. I am so excited. It’s been a long slog. College, medical school, then residency. But it will all be worth it,” Lynn said. Phoebe thought she detected a note of wistfulness in Lynn’s voice.
“What do you think you want to do?” Phoebe asked. She had known a few doctors in Los Angeles, mostly plastic surgeons or dermatologists. Not bad people, but they were always working an angle once they found out who she was, trying to see if Savannah would be interested in endorsing them. One guy had even gone so far as to promise Phoebe some “free work” if she could get Savannah to recommend him.
“Well, my dad knows a few people who would be happy to bring me into their practice. Or I could get a job at the hospital. Since he’s the chief of staff there, it might be a little weird though, you know, like everyone would think I only got the job because of him.”
Phoebe shook her head. “In Los Angeles, it’s all about who you know. No one would think twice of using any connection they could to get ahead. My last boyfriend was an actor.” She thought briefly of Garrett and the way photographers had always seemed to be around when they went on dates. “And it turned out he was all about my connection to Savannah.”
“Sounds like you were burned by someone.” Lynn looked at her. “Come on, spill. If you tell me about yours, I will tell you about mine. Can’t be worse than someone who got turned on by ‘playing doctor.’”
“Dumped me about a week after Savannah’s funeral.”
“What?” Lynn said, her voice disbelieving. “That creep. What reason did he give you?”
“It was him, not me, you know. The same old stuff. I realized I had just about outlived my usefulness, especially since he had just gotten cast on a new show. And I had this rule: no dating actors. I thought I had learned my lesson, but Garrett was so charming, I just couldn’t resist.”
Lynn’s nose crinkled. “Do you mean Garrett McGraw, the one who’s going to be on the new medical show?”
Phoebe looked at her glass. It was almost empty. There was a group of guys, late twenties, early thirties, casually dressed. One of them tried to catch their eye. Phoebe sent a quick smile and then turned to Lynn. Somehow, a blond cutie in a fleece wasn’t doing it for her tonight, not when she had spent the afternoon drawing pictures of a dark haired, blue-eyed lurker.
Phoebe shook her head. “He’s the one. I thought he was different. We actually went to high school together and, believe you me, he was not that cute back then. So when he showed up looking all yummy and delicious, fresh off that other show, I thought I was being the shallow one, you know, giving him a second chance.”
“But let me guess, he was just using you?” Lynn said, her eyes wide and knowing.
“He wanted to impress Savannah. Turns out, he wanted her to make a few phone calls to some producers, which I guess she did. She never could resist a cute face. Or tight abs. And before I know it, he goes from having a few bit parts in a TV show to being cast as the charming yet deep doctor on the most anticipated show of the season, ‘Mercy.’” Phoebe shook her head and looked into her drink. She had managed to finish her entire margarita.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, real doctors hate those shows. Everything’s always so dramatic and over-the-top. And trust me, none of us look that good in scrubs,” Lynn said.
“Thanks, but I don’t think that makes me feel better.”
“So did you ever act?” Lynn asked.
“No way. Not for me. Let’s just say I am definitely a behind-the-scenes girl. I worked as a set designer for a while and then as a graphic designer and then a designer.
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