I tug the rainbow-colored scrub top over my head. “Everything is fine.”
I’ve been telling myself that far too often lately. Fine.
“You’re not worried about things? What if they start going too well?” Jameson hints.
“Will you stop?” I snap. Damn it. Now I’m lashing out at my best friend because he’s thinking the same thing I am. “Sorry. I can’t entertain that thought at all.”
“Babe.” Jameson drops his hands on my shoulders. “I know you are, and I’m sorry I said anything.”
I fiddle with a stray thread in my top. “I love him. More than I loved my ex and it’s overwhelming some days.”
“I know.”
“But what if things start going well with Missy? Do I still have a place with them?”
“Who said?—”
“I know he’ll tell me I’m crazy and I know I am, but God, I hate this feeling!” I don’t let Jameson finish. “I hate being in love. It sucks.”
“Are you done?” Jameson quirks his brows and crosses his arms. “Any more thoughts to spew?”
“I hate you.” I laugh, shoving him in the shoulder. “Yes, I’m done.”
“Being in love can be the worst. I freaked out on Gunnar because I thought he was ashamed to be seen with me and it was my own fears.”
“I know.”
“And you know we worked it out. And now we’re moving in together.”
“I’m happy for you. I am.” It’s not a lie. I love Jameson, and he deserves all the happiness in the world.
“This is just a bump in the road for you two. Not even a bump.”
I lean against my locker, letting the cool metal seep through the thin material of my top. “You’re right. I’m being overdramatic.”
He gives me a big smile. “It happens to the best of us. Trust me, you’re talking to the queen of blowing things out of proportion.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Why don’t we all do lunch this weekend?” Jameson asks. “There’s a cute new café that’s opening near Gunnar’s we can try out.”
“Sure. I’ll talk with Derek.”
Jameson checks his appearance in his locker mirror before grabbing his stethoscope. “God, I hope today’s a better shift. We don’t need another shit show of a day.”
“I know. But hey, it’ll keep my mind busy.”
He waggles his eyebrows at me as another nurse comes in. “Or you could just imagine all the things you want to do to him the next time you see him.”
“Jameson. You cannot say that at work!” I look around, but thankfully it’s quiet.
“What? You know it’d be fun. Maybe a little role-playing.”
“I can’t with you.”
“Doctor and nurse? He’d love that.”
“You mean me being a nurse after I clock out? Yeah, not fun.”
