“I also wanted your opinion on surgery number two.”
“Surgery number two?”
I adopt a serious expression. “On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst you’ve ever experienced, what do you rate the smell when we cut into the patient.”
She winces, eye twinkling. “Seven point five.”
I tap my chin, considering. “I was thinking seven point eight.”
She giggles.
Is this girl for real? She actually laughs at my sick jokes?
I stand up. “Well, I’m ready to get out of here. You done for the day?”
“Yes. I’m all caught up on my paperwork. You want a ride back to your hotel?”
“Sure. If it isn’t any trouble?”
She shakes her head. “It’s on the way.”
“Okay. Thanks.” I go to grab her bag.
“What are you doing?”
“I was going to carry your bag for you.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s nice, but we’re at work. Let me carry my own bag.”
“Okay.”
We walk through the hospital and into the parking garage. When we get in the car, I put my hand on her leg.
She freezes then turns toward me.
“Why is Damon harassing you?”
Charlotte turns to look out the window, as if there’s anything interesting in the garage.
“Charlotte, tell me.”
Taking a deep breath, she looks back at me. “He says he saw us at Club D. He assumes I cheated on him.”
“Nine months ago?”
“Yes.”
“But you had already broken up with him.”
“I told you that this morning. I’m not a cheater,” she snaps.
“I didn’t mean to insinuate anything.”
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“It’s okay.” I pause, then say, “So he saw us at Club D? In Chicago?”
“Yes.”
