There were a few gasps. I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Brianna looked at Bridget then me. “You guys are together? I had no idea. I thought you said you don’t do relationships.”
“I didn’t—until her,” I said.
Bridget chose to remain silent while the women just stood there looking dumbfounded.
Brianna apologized for her little kiss and tell before the other nurses quickly dispersed like a bunch of pigeons.
Bridget was still quiet. I knew the whole exchange had really upset her.
I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?
“Honestly? I feel sick.”
I couldn’t help my smile. I was pretty sure she was ready to smack me, though.
“You think this is funny, Simon?”
“Not at all. I’m not smiling because you’re upset. I’m smiling because it means you love me. You feel sick with jealousy because you love me.”
“I do love you. And honestly, they have some fucking nerve talking about you like that here.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear all that, especially the Brianna thing.”
“You already told me about that skank. The last time you took her out, you brought your cock home for me. Remember?”
“Yes, darling. I do.”
She tried to shrug it off, even though I knew she was still upset. “Anyway, it’s not like I didn’t know you had a life before we met. It’s okay.”
“No.” I leaned in, taking in a whiff of her scent. “No, I didn’t have much of a life. I just thought I did. My life was nothing until you guys.”
Wanting to kiss her so badly, I refrained. We were at work, and she wouldn’t have appreciated that. I planned to make up for lost time at home later.
Her nightly visits to my room were what I lived for. In many ways, sneaking around was more exciting than sleeping in the same bed. She always made sure she was back in her own room when Brendan woke up in the morning.
Bridget was blushing. I loved that I could still make that happen.
“I have to go,” she said before walking away. I stood there, proudly watching her rear end bounce.
A phone call interrupted my arse gazing. It was someone from hospital administration. Memorial and the previous hospital where I used to work were part of the same conglomerate. They needed me to head to my old stomping grounds after work today to discuss a lawsuit I’d somehow gotten dragged into. A woman was suing the hospital for malpractice, and I was named in the suit along with about ten others. I’d known about the upcoming deposition for months, but it must’ve slipped my mind with all of the other life-changing shit I was focused on.
Just brilliant.
It was going to be a long night before I’d get to go home to my luv now.
I wasn’t a fan of lawyers. Especially the disrespectful dipshit I was currently sitting across from.
“The bulging disc in this woman’s back is from her double Ds—nothing we did wrong.” My attorney pulled a file from a tall stack on his desk, then moved the remainder of them to the top of the cabinet behind him. “But at least we get some good scenery across the table during the deposition.”
I prefer my scenery in the form of a certain sexy nurse at work, thank you very much.
“I don’t understand why I’m even involved in this lawsuit. I wasn’t the treating physician. I saw the woman for maybe two minutes on the way out at the end of my shift.”
“Everyone gets sued. It’s the American way. Might as well get used to it. Won’t be the last time you’re sitting in my office if you’re going to stay part of the Memorial Healthcare system. Or are you going back home? Is that a brogue you got there?”
“I’m from England.”
“Might want to go back. America’s the most litigious society in the world.”
Great.
“Anyway. Let’s get started. I just want to go over your involvement before the deposition tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I thought it wasn’t for a few weeks.”
“Got moved up. The radiologist settled out, so you’re up next. You’re also the last defendant in the lineup, which means the plaintiff’s attorney will depose you in the morning and then in the afternoon, we’ll begin our deposition of the plaintiff. ”
“I’m on shift tomorrow morning at nine.”
“My secretary called over earlier and got you coverage from nine to five. You’ll be here with me all day.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically.
He opened the file and looked over some chicken scratch, then grabbed a pen. “So, why don’t we run through your interactions with Ms. Delmonico from the top. How did you first come to meet the patient?”