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“I’m pleased too, Mason. I think you’re probably good for each other. And not just because she got your hip working again.”
Hours later I lay in bed beside Violet, recounting the conversation with her father. She shook her head.
“I’m still in shock that he acknowledged my accomplishments. Don’t ruin it for me by telling me how he thinks he gets to comment on who I date. Besides, there’s something else I want to do.”
“Is it me?” I teased. “Please say me.”
She slid down my body, positioning herself between my legs. “How about a victory blow job?”
“I wouldn’t say no to a victory blow job,” I teased. “But I’d like to be inside you more.”
“How about we do both?”
“I like the way you think, Violet.”
Violet
“You want to put the electrodes here and here,” I said, pointing at spots on Robbie’s hip. “If you get them close to the muscle insertion, you can stimulate the entire muscle. What are two other things that e-stim can help with?”
My intern Janice looked toward the ceiling as if asking God for inspiration. It was a look I’d seen a lot over the three months of her internship. When she didn’t answer, Robbie made a squeezing motion with his hands.
“Lymphatic drainage,” Janice said triumphantly. She gave him a smile that was full of hero worship.
Robbie made a swooshing motion with his hand, like he was cooling something off. The intern stared at him blankly.
“What is at the root of most injuries?” I prompted.
“Inflammation. Oh, yes! The e-stim reduces inflammation.”
She looked at Robbie with puppy dog eyes. It hadn’t escaped my attention that my intern seemed to have a crush on my boyfriend.
“Very good,” I praised. “Now we’re going to leave Mr. Mason hooked up for fifteen minutes, then we’ll give him some ice, okay?”
Janice nodded.
“Okay, I’ll leave you to take care of Mr. Mason and I’ll be back in a little while to check on you.”
Shooting Robbie a smile, I headed into my office to return a couple of calls.
I came back about twenty minutes later, stopping dead in the doorway as I took in the sight in front of me. My intern Janice was straddling Robbie on the treatment table, her fingers in his hair as they kissed.
I opened my mouth to ask what the hell was going on when I saw Robbie gently push her away. That’s when it registered that she was kissing, he was evading.
“Janice, you’re a nice girl, but I’m way too old for you. Plus, I have a girlfriend.”
His tone was firm, but gentle.
“I heard you’ve been seen around with Dr. Grange, but I’m a better match for you. I’m way hotter and she’s totally old.”
“I’m six months younger than he is,” I said firmly.
They both jumped, telling me that they hadn’t heard me come in. Robbie practically threw Janice off him. She scrambled to her feet, moving to hide behind the equipment cart like she thought I was going to hit her.
“Violet, I didn’t do anything to encourage this, I swear it.”
There was the tiniest bit of panic in Robbie’s voice, understandable given our history. But I knew he was telling the truth. I’d seen Janice flirting with the patients before, but her feelings for Robbie had been pretty obvious. I’d noticed that she’d taken to wearing make-up on the days he had appointments.
“He started it,” Janice said, her expression wary.
