Ross.
Ross?
What on earth is he doing here?
I stare for a beat and then his eyes meet mine. And he smiles.
He smiles.
Like he didn’t ghost me a week ago.
Like he didn’t blow up everything we’d been trying to build without so much as a backward glance.
I purse my lips because I don’t know what to do right now.
“Wynter, Room 6 is projectile vomiting,” Dr. Minny says to me as she brushes past and calls the next patient. “I’ll see her next, but you might need to help out the mom.”
“On it.” I turn on my heel and hurry into the back.
Work is good right now. Something I can focus on other than Ross. I don’t know what to say, why he’s here, or how he even found me, but I don’t have time to deal with him right now.
To my surprise, he sits down in the waiting room and doesn’t move.
Every time I go out to get another patient or deal with an emergency, he’s just sitting in the back of the room. Waiting.
And every time our eyes meet—he smiles.
What the fuck does that even mean?
I’m equal parts annoyed and intrigued.
Finally, at five thirty, when the room is only half full and he’s been sitting there for more than three hours, I approach.
“Hi.” He looks up with that same disarming smile he’s always had. The one that makes my insides flutter.
“What are you doing here?” I demand.
“Came to apologize to my girl for being a dumbass.”
I stare at him, hard, like I might be able to see right into his soul.
“I’m busy,” I say finally.
“I know. That’s why I’m just sitting here and letting you do your thing. I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
I open my mouth—because he probably has a million other places to be—but close it again without saying anything.
“I’m not done until seven, sometimes later.”
“That’s okay.”
“Ross, it’s silly for you to sit here all day.”
“I’m fine. Go do your thing.”
Instead, I turn and head to the bathroom. Once inside, I yank out my phone and text Harley.
WYNTER: He’s here. At the clinic!
