“Yeah ... sure...” Sam looked totally caught off guard.
“Colton, you think this is a good idea?” Guy came to my rescue. “I mean—I don’t think case managers are allowed in the operating room. I’ve been here three years and I’ve never seen one in there before. What if she touches something or-”
Chase’s bark cut him off mid-sentence. “Hunter, I don’t care whether she’s allowed to be in there or not. I want her in there. Make it happen.”
Damn. Bad call on the latte this morning. The rumble below was back.
“Why would he do this to me?” I sighed and swiveled my chair around to face Leanne typing at the nurses’ station.
“Listen, have you seen that man? He can notch my bedpost.” Her hand twirled a strand of her long blonde hair.
“Shhh. What’s wrong with you? Can we have one conversation that doesn’t involve men and sex?”
She shimmied her shoulders. “Why? That’s no fun.”
“Really.” I grimaced. “Why am I wasting my time talking to you right now?”
“Come on, Lil, listen, you need to look on the bright side. You have a smokin’ hot brain surgeon to stare at for seven hours, that opportunity doesn’t shine its pretty head very often, no pun intended.” She giggled. “Take advantage, and have a sense of humor.”
I looked away annoyed. “I do have a sense of humor, when it’s funny! Whatever…”
“Whatever, what?” Jackson appeared out of nowhere.
“Hey Jack.” Leanne grinned and I might have been mistaken, but she looked like she batted her eyelashes. “Haven’t seen you around lately, you should visit more often.” Leanne was the female version of Guy; she had no problem flirting with all things male.
“What’s up, Lee? Yeah, sorry I really do need to make it up here more often.” He winked. Pretty sure Jack notched her bedpost. His gorgeous mulatto skin, built body and glistening smile were a sight most females couldn’t ignore.
“So, heard you’re in the OR with me today, Lil.” Making himself comfortable, he rested his forearms on the counter in front of me.
“Didn’t you just get here, Jack? How on earth do you know that already?” I pouted and sat back in my chair, crossing my arms against my chest.
He snickered. Somehow PAs didn’t have to round at the butt crack like the rest of us. Like ever. I definitely picked the wrong profession.
“Porter, that’s good gossip. Colton wants you in the OR ... it’s probably on Facebook by now.” He laughed.
“You think that’s funny ... what the hell am I gonna do in the OR?”
“Don’t touch shit for one. Wouldn’t want ya infecting the sterile field.” He chuckled again.
“Glad you find this funny. Is this some kind of sick joke? I can just picture myself throwing up, or better yet passing out,” I moaned, shaking my head in defeat. “Anyway, why are you scrubbing? Thought the case was Guy’s.”
“Yeah, well it’s mine, and Guy is pissed. You think I’d miss my favorite case? Colton rocks a left frontal lobectomy. We’ll wake her up mid-surgery and get her to talk to us ... it’s awesome.”
“Awesome? Do you hear yourself, her brain’s gonna be wide open while she’s talking … that’s insane!”
“Kiddo, you just wait, it’s going to blow your mind.”
“Yeah, literally—my head might just explode.”
Jackson laughed out loud. “Dramatic much? You’ll be fine.” He looked at his watch. “I gotta run. See ya in there.” He opened the steel door to the stairs and was gone.
I cinched my eyes shut and rested my head in my hands. “Lee, save me!” I whined.
“I’ll save you, babe. I’d gladly switch places with you in a heartbeat.” She stopped typing and leaned in a little closer. “I wish he made all those googly eyes at me. I’m even wearing a smaller scrub top so the girls look perkier.” She grabbed her boobs and gave them a lift, squeezing her cleavage through the small V-neck hole.
“You’re a nut, I just met the man last night. What the hell does that even mean?”
“You’re kidding me, please tell me you’re not that naive.”
“Lee, quit the BS!”
“Oh really, that hot scorching surgeon can’t take his smokin’ eyes off you. Hunter better keep his paws to himself or it’s gonna get ugly.”
“Huh? What are you even talking about? Do you ever listen to yourself?” She was crazy. “That’s it, you’re officially crazy. Is this what you do—sit behind the nurses’ station and analyze our every move?” I pushed up from my chair and rounded the counter. “You’ve got some imagination ... and Guy, really, he flirts with everyone. He watches you wiggle your ass every time you walk away, for god’s sake.”