But I hadn’t spared the time she deserved.
So, yes, it was understandable that she would actively avoid me. Or outright glare.
I deserved everything she was giving me and then some.
Seven
Due to personal reasons, I’m evil now.
—Sage to Gentry
Sage
I saw him everywhere now.
And I guessed the whole “ex-husband” thing worked out, because no one asked questions as to why I was hostile when I saw the ‘sexy deputy.’
That was what they called him in the emergency room department.
All the nurses made it a point to go on and on and on about him.
That department was my least favorite, mostly because I saw him every single day.
Being a sheriff’s deputy meant that I saw him more than I ever expected to, and since the ER was where the hospital I had the contract with was short-staffed, I was there more often than not.
The worst of it all was, someone, somewhere, found out about Gentry’s little ‘lie’ and now everyone in the hospital knew that he was my ex-husband.
It pissed me the hell off.
They always looked at me like I was dumb.
Especially when he came in and flirted with the nurses in front of me, they’d always look between us, as if wondering if I would react or not.
He was always cordial.
Always said hi, how are you? Small talk.
But it was annoying as hell, because the ER nursing staff were a bunch of bitches.
Every last one of them.
It was hard to work for them because of how awful they were.
There was no wonder that the hospital had a nurse shortage. If they treated all the workers that didn’t fit into their little clique like they treated me, then again, there was no wonder!
Today was an especially hard day.
There were hard patients—that somehow always got passed off to the travel nurses. Today, I’d had to deal with a man who saw people that weren’t there and was violent. I’d had to deal with several stomach flu cases. I’d had to deal with a woman that was a frequent flyer—someone that came in all the time. I’d had to deal with every patient they didn’t want that came through the door.
By the time that Gentry showed up to take our violent patient to the county lock-up, I was looking up the amount of time that I had left on my contract.
I officially had three weeks left of a four-month contract.
I could do it.
But I knew one thing for sure, I would not be working in the ER when I was through.
I had decided to stay.
