Beautifully Awake(64)
Thankfully Guy snapped me out of my mental movie before it passed PG-13. “What the hell crawled up Colton’s ass? Dude, he’s like a chick with the mood swings. No offense, doll.”
It was crazy how surgeons had whole conversations without ever looking up. Eyes always on the field, hands moving meticulously while discussing pure nonsense.
“Hey!” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, but I wasn’t letting that little comment go.
“What? I didn’t mean you, Lili. Maybe Colton should take whatever pill you do, because he’s a fucking bear when he’s ragging it.” The men erupted with laughter. More like the boys. Minus the wet noodle, of course.
“Guy, you fucking kill me!” Jackson said. “I can’t believe you just said ragging it. I’ll take Colton’s PMS any day over what’s probably going on in Sam’s house. Pregnancy, man. Heard it’s like ragging it twenty-four, seven.”
“Really, man? Why’d you have to bring me into this? Remember—intern here. I’m having a hard enough time just standing here right now?” Sam was awesome. First intern in three years I adored from day one.
“Boys. In case you forgot, three women are in the room. And no—I’m not ragging it.” I glared at Jackson and Guy. “And Sam, ignore these Neanderthals. They have no clue about anything. My best friend is pregnant, too. Hormones can seriously suck.” I had to defend my half of the human race. Not to mention, my secret boyfriend who was no longer in the room. Wow, I liked the sound of that.
“Sorry, doll. Told you that you don’t count. You’re always awesome. Don’t ever change your pill. It works for you.”
What the hell?
“How do you even know I’m on the pill?” This conversation was getting seriously awkward.
“We’ve had like four rotations together, all day, every day. You haven’t had a bitchy day yet; you’re definitely on the pill.”
Well, that was sweet. Totally inappropriate, but sweet. That’s what I got for hanging with the boys.
“Well, my wife’s going back on whatever you’re on as soon as this baby is born.” Sam rejoined the conversation, but he was so full of it. He adored his wife, and I was sure he was just trying to hang with the boys.
“Sam, shut it. I also heard pregnancy sex is fucking hot. Suck it up. I’d take hormonal and bitchy if it came with hormonal and horny any day.”
Leave it to Jackson to take it to yet another level. I shook my head and looked over at the other women, figuring we would share in a how stupid are these boys eye roll, but nope. They perfected the art of blending in and tuning out.
“Maybe that’s what the Chief needs?” Guy just couldn’t let it go.
“What’s that?” Jackson asked.
“Laid. Colton could probably use a good lay, lighten him up a bit.”
OMG. I wanted to crawl under the table.
Jackson chuckled. “Dude. Hate to break it to you. It’s you. Colton’s actually been in a pretty good mood lately. My guess, he’s not having any problem getting laid.”
Shoot me. I blushed fuchsia.
“You walk in, man, you push his buttons.” Jackson finished shaking his head.
“What the fuck did I do?” Guy was so oblivious.
The OR door swung open. Chase backed in swiftly, his muscular biceps flexed, arms dripping wet. “Do tell, Dr. Hunter. What the fuck did you do?” Chase’s tone was more relaxed from when he stormed out. Three and a half weeks since we met, the sight of him still took my breath away.
“Um, nothing. We’re good. Just about done with the dissection.”
Hearing Guy stutter, I was embarrassed for him. Shit. I was embarrassed for me. After all, they were commenting on our sex life without even knowing it. If Sierra were here, she would have been rolling on the floor by now. Awkward.
Chase re-gowned, gloved, and then took position at the head of the table. His quiet confidence commanded the room. “Good. Glad to see you can follow directions.” Maybe that was a compliment, but it oozed sarcasm.
“Piece of cake, Chief.” Jackson knew he just earned a little more of Chase’s trust in the operating department. “How’d it go down in the ER?”
“Fine. Should have been a non-issue if the ER had done a damn inservice on the equipment weeks ago like they were supposed to. Like I told them to. Doesn’t matter now. Can’t change anything. Patient will hopefully be fine, only time will tell, we’ll have to wait and see.” His voice drifted ever so slightly, but something small changed. Chase closed his eyes tightly for several seconds like someone did when they were stressed or praying or remembering.