“Wish me luck.” She rolls her eyes.
“Best of luck. See you later.”
I shut my locker door and take my coffee with me, almost to my surgery room when I run into Xander.
My heart beats faster, and I can tell from the emotion in his eyes he feels terrible, but he doesn’t bring it up.
“Morning,” he says with a little smile.
“Hey.” I can’t help the small smile forming on my face.
We say nothing, just stare at each other. It isn’t uncomfortable, which makes it hurt more because, from the moment I met Xander, everything was always so comfortable between us.
I hold up my coffee. “Thanks.”
He smiles bigger. “Still hot?”
I nod.
“Good.” He scans my eyes again. “Well, I get to spend the next six hours listening to the fifties channel, so wish me luck.”
I bite my lip and smile. “Have fun with that.”
He raises his eyebrows at me. “I’ll see you in surgery later.”
“Okay.”
Xander opens the door to his operating room. Damon is there, and I feel bad that Xander has to deal with him all morning. Damon’s eyes catch mine and then glance at Xander, and I have no doubt he’ll be an ass all day.
I get through my two surgeries and have a few hours to kill, so I retrieve my laptop from my locker and sit in the lounge area of the locker room to get some work done. I turn off the TV and am engrossed in my reports when a low voice mutters, “Whore.”
My insides quiver. I don’t need to look to see who it is. Sure enough, I turn my head to see Damon sauntering past me.
Taking a deep breath, I say nothing to him and return to reading my reports, hoping he will leave me alone.
Luck is not on my side today.
“Filthy whore,” he asserts from his locker, which is at least one hundred feet away.
We are the only people in the room. I am debating what to do when he comes over and drops a pair of black lace panties in front of me. “Thought you would want these back, although maybe you don’t even wear panties anymore since you’re such a whore.”
Damon is taking things to an outrageous level. He saunters back to his locker, and I shove my laptop in my bag then bolt out of the room, eyes on the floor, and run right into a rock-hard chest.
“Charlotte, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?” Xander pulls my chin up and gazes into my eyes.
“Charlotte, what happened?” Dr. Wemer is standing next to him.
“Nothing.” I try to walk past them, but Xander holds my shoulders.
“Is he in there?” Xander’s eyes blaze.
“He?” Dr. Wemer asks.
“Damon,” Xander grits out.
“Charlotte, tell me what is going on,” Dr. Wemer sternly demands.
Xander tries to move me aside, but I dig in my heels. “Don’t. You’ll get fired,” I tell him.
