“All healed. And you’ll be proud of me. I’ve refrained from punching anyone else since,” I say with an eye roll.
“That’s good to hear,” he says, his smile growing wider.
“How come Tommy called you? Is that a normal thing to do?” I ask.
“Technically, no, but with a patient like Maya, I knew she would need a familiar face when she got here. She's been through so much trauma in such a small amount of time, it makes sense for her to need some stability.”
“That’s really… nice.”
I'm trying with all my might not to gaze at him in a starstruck way, but how can I not when he's this bloody perfect? It’s not normal for him to be thisgood.
“Nice isn’t the word I’d imagine you would associate with me,” he says, his voice darkening as his eyes bounce between mine. Making a jolt of excitement rush through me.
“Oh, really, then what would you rather me say?” I ask a little breathlessly.
“Now, Fallon, that would be telling,” hewinks.
I feel a flush fill my cheeks at the dirty words I used the night that we spent together. And he is right, nice was definitely not one of them. I would love to live that night all over again, to feel like I’m free, even just for a few hours. The more I stare at him now, taking in his rugged hair and unshaved face, all I can picture is the ink that I know is hidden beneath his clothes.
“I will get you out on that date, Fallon. It would be easier to say yes now than have us both painfully wait for your conscience to give out,” he says, lounging back into his chair.
“You’re very sure of yourself, Dr Smyth,” I say, deflecting as much as I can.
“Oh no, Fallon. You’ve got it all wrong. I am very sure of you.”
