“You smell.”
His lips quirk up. “Cute. It’s like you work with kids or something.”
“I got puked on. Leave me alone.”
“And you haven’t changed?” He screws up his perfectly handsome face in disgust.
“I’m taking a quick break.”
Jameson pulls up my legs and plops down next to me. “I was making sure I have everything I need before I leave.”
“Aren’t we both off here soon?”
“Yes…”
“But?” This time I sit up, staring at him. His dark hair is perfectly styled. With more gel in it than I could possiblyfathom, I know it means one thing. “You have a date? With who? Why am I just now hearing about this?”
Jameson and I started working in the emergency department at the same time eight years ago. Many people have come and gone since then, but it’s always been the two of us. He’s my closest confidant. My rock when my life was falling apart.
I have just as much invested in his dating life as he does after seeing the carousel of men treat him like crap.
“He only just confirmed.”
“And when are you meeting him?” I ask, skeptical.
“In an hour.”
“He sounds like a keeper.” My voice is laced with sarcasm.
Linda pops her head in. “We have a broken arm in six. Can one of you take it?”
“Nose goes!” we both shout at the same time.
“Don’t care!” Linda sings on her way out. “Someone get your ass in there and take care of it.”
“I have to get Lydia from daycare.”
“And I have to meet my future hubby.”
“Or at least your hookup for tonight.”
“Hey! I resent that.”
I sigh, wiping my hair back from my face. “You really can’t? I have to pick up Lydia in an hour.”
A broken arm means ortho. Who take their sweet-ass time getting down to the ER.
“Please? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Jameson pleads. “He’s taking me to that new sushi restaurant. The one that’s supposed to be an orgasmic experience.”
“Ugh. That makes me hate you even more.”
Because the two of us have been gushing about going there.
“Pretty please?” He clasps his hands under his chiseled jaw. “He could be the one.”
“Wasn’t the last guy supposed to bethe one?”
“No. But this guy? He really is.” He taps on his phone and then shows me his picture.
