“I’ll just leave you to finish up the notes,” he says with a spiteful little grin. I groan internally, knowing this is going to take at least two hours. “You have all my dictation. I have an important dinner tonight.” He winks at his fawning residents. “Can’t keep a pretty girl waiting.”
Poor woman. I hope he’s taking her someplace nice to make up for the fact that she’s having dinner with an asshole.
Our anesthesiologist bumps my shoulder with his. “We could just have him murdered,” he whispers.
I choke on a laugh when Kevin looks at us. He’s never liked Shawn, because he has no patience for my ex’s preening.
“Well, youarethe guy with the good drugs,” I murmur. Kevin marches out of the operating room, his residents trailing him like anxious ducklings.
“Something simple to stop his heart,” Shawn says thoughtfully, pulling his gloves off with a snap. “A nice overdose of beta blockers that-”
“Stop it!” I’m laughing and sort of horrified at the same time. “You’re making this sound far too achievable.”
A grin flashes bright against his dark face. “You said it first. I knowallthe good drugs.” His smile fades a bit. “You know he should have assigned one of his residents to finish the surgical report.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t. I can’t exactly file a complaint because a senior surgeon made me do his paperwork.”
We head out into the hallway, peeling the blue booties off our shoes. “I hate to even say this because we’d miss you, but a friend of mine says there’s PA openings at Mount Sinai. Maybe it’s time for a move?”
“I’d love to apply, but I have another year on my rotation here. Dr. Douchebag should be tired of bothering me soon.”
“Maybe,” he says. “I think you hurt his poor widdle feelings. He pushes out his lower lip as I laugh. “The man radiates tiny dick energy.”
“You have no idea.”
Shawn slings an arm around my shoulders. “What you need to do is get yourself back out there. Pick someone richer, hotter, and meaner than Kevin. You’re gorgeous! All that blonde hair waving around and your blue eyes? And you’re dainty, like a flower.”
“Is that a nice way of saying I’m so short I should be shopping in the kid’s section?”
He laughs loudly enough to win us a collective glare from the nurse’s station.
“Go,” I say, trying to smother my laugh. “Enjoy your night.”
“See you tomorrow.”
***
It’s after midnight by the time I finish the notes, so I splurge on an Uber to get home. There are crowds of people enjoying the warm spring night, clustering outside of bars and restaurants. I try to think of the last time I put on a dress and went out for overpriced cocktails with the girls. Long enough that I can’t remember the last time, which is just sad.
As I empty my backpack, the real estate agent’s card is sticking out of my wallet, its shiny red surface tempting me. Pulling it out, I look at Cynthia’s email address, written in gold.
“What the hell.” I sit on my bed, pulling my laptop closer. “It can’t hurt to apply, right? Some part of my life needs to be better than this.”
***
radical nephrectomy - kidney removal
Chapter Three
At least someone is getting laid tonight. Unfortunately, it is not Dmitri.
Dmitri…
Three weeks before Moving Day, May 7th…
“You know, when I come here to New York City, I think Bratva life is glamorous,” Yevgeny says sourly. He’s going over a long column of numbers on an Excel spreadsheet. “I think, parties, sexy women, vodka flowing… This is not what I expect."
“Your father isObshaka,”I say, raising a brow at his gloomy face. “He didn’t tell you what your role would be in the Bratva?”
