Oh, I remember Oaklee. The beautiful woman with dark hair and an hourglass figure. I gave her my number before I left that night, but she hasn’t used it. Not that I expect her to right away. I mean, she’s in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean she can’t reach out when that’s run its course. “I remember.”
“Anyway, she was supposed to come tonight, but she had to cancel. And Allison got sick, so she wasn’t able to come. Fortunately, it was easy to fill their spots, right?”
Lizzie nods. “It was. I had a waitlist, but I really wish they could have come. I want to get to know them better, especially since Oaklee moved to town. I’ve only seen her that one time.”
I want to ask what time she was referring to, but I already know.
My sister knows too, smirking at me. “Have you seen her?”
“Oaklee? Why would I?” I ask, taking a drink of my piss-warm beer.
“Uhh, because you have a thing for her.”
“I don’t have a thing,” I counter.
“Right,” she sings, drawing out the word.
“Maybe we should reach out and see if we can do lunch sometime,” Lizzie suggests to Charli.
“Yes! I have Allison’s number. I’ll text her tomorrow to see how she’s feeling and ask about lunch.”
They keep talking about the possibility of lunch with Allison and Oaklee, and my mind keeps replaying the night I first saw her. While I haven’t seen her since, she’s definitely been on my mind more than a time or two in the last month, especially at night. Does it make me an asshole for lusting after someone else’s girlfriend? Probably, but the fact remains.
Her memory is still with me.
Like a tattoo on my brain, she’s there, silently waiting for me to close my eyes.
Then, she appears, vivid and very memorable.
Like clockwork.
And I sleep like a damn baby.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Oaklee
My mind is spinning, just as it has since Friday night.
The night I decided to surprise Lance on one of his rare nights off and ended up being the one surprised.
After I got off work, I ran home and showered. I shaved my legs and threw on some of my sexiest panties, grabbed some food from the Chinese restaurant around the corner from his apartment, and knocked on his door. He wasn’t expecting me—that much was obvious. He told me he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep until he had to wake up the next morning for another shift.
So imagine my surprise when the door opened and it was a woman. A woman who seemed just as surprised by my appearance at the door as I was by her answering it. I asked where Lance was. He was in the shower, of course.
And the woman?
Sabrina Dempsey, another resident physician at North Ridge and the woman he’d been sleeping with since he moved to town more than six months ago.
Now, when I look back, I can’t help but wonder if I didn’t know. Deep down, obviously. If I would have known, I would have ended it. But if I’m being completely honest, I can’t even remember the last time we had sex. It was why I was surprising him at his apartment Friday night. I was…in the mood. Had been for a while, not that he’d realize that, since clearly, he was only concerned about his own needs.
But that’s how it’s always been with Lance.
Lance first, me second.
Always.
