“I wonder how much longer they’re going to be with Dozer?”
I glance at the clock like that’s going to help. “I’m sure they won’t be much longer. They’re probably x-raying his leg for the break, and I imagine his chest as well to make sure none of his ribs are broken.”
He’s smiling at me.
“What?” I say, a little self-conscious.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “You just sound really different when you’re talking doctor stuff. You sound like…”
“A doctor?” I grin.
“Yeah.” He laughs. “A doctor.”
“Well, I’m not quite there yet … if ever,” I add quietly.
“And why’s that?”
I glance across at him, unsure what to say, or why I even said what I just did. Then Jordan’s eyes lift, looking over my head. They quickly flick back down to mine, then lower to my sunglasses. I hear footsteps heading our way, so I lift the glasses and slide them on as I mouth a silent thank you to Jordan.
He nods lightly, then gets to his feet, as do I.
“How he is?” Jordan asks Dr. Callie.
“He’s doing really well. He’s still asleep under anesthetic, but he’ll come round soon. His leg is broken, like you diagnosed.” He directs his gaze at me, then back to Jordan. “The problem was the bone was fractured in two places, so I had to set it with pins to get the break to heal straight.”
“But he’s okay?” Jordan asks, concern lacing his voice. It tugs at my heart.
Dr. Callie smiles. “He’s fine. I’ve set the leg in a cast. He’ll need to rest it up and come back in about six weeks to have the pins removed. But he’s going to be back to himself in no time.”
“When can I take him home?”
“He’s in recovery at the moment. I want to keep him here for the rest of the day just to keep an eye on him. You can come back later today to collect him.”
“What time?”
Dr. Callie looks at his watch. “Say, four thirty, and he should be fine to go.”
Penny comes over to us. “If you could come with me, I just need to take a few details from you,” she addresses Jordan.
“Sure,” he says.
I’m just about to follow Jordan to the reception desk, when Dr. Callie stops me. “Great assessment you did earlier. The strap on his leg was really good work. You’re going to make a fine doctor.” His smile is genuine. Shame I don’t feel it.
I don’t want to become a good doctor. I don’t want to be what Oliver created.
I dip my gaze. “Thank you.”
“Well … best of luck with the rest of medical school.”
“Thanks.” I nod.
“Right. I better get back to it.”
I watch his retreating back, then I turn to Jordan and walk over. He’s just finishing up.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
I follow him out to his car. “You hungry?” he asks once we’re in the car.
I touch my hand to my empty stomach. “A little.”
“To be expected. You did miss breakfast.”
“Sorry about that. I don’t usually sleep so late, but I was really tired. I hope you didn’t go to any trouble.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Let’s go grab some lunch.”
He pulls away from the vets, onto the street, then starts fiddling with the radio.
I slip my sunglass off and glance around the car, taking it in. I’ve never been inside a Mustang before today. It’s a really nice car. Pretty cool. I know I said yesterday that it’s a penis enhancer, but knowing Jordan now, I really don’t think he would need any help in the enhancing department. Not that I’ve seen anything to know, but he’s just so confident and this car suits that about him. It reflects his confidence and charm.
“This is a really nice car,” I comment.
Settling on a station, he rests his hand back on the wheel. “Thanks. I won it.”
“Won it? Like on a car lottery or something?” I tease.
Jordan lets out a laugh. “No, cards. I won it in a hand of poker.”
“Wow. That must’ve been some hand,” I say impressed.
Taking his right hand off the wheel, he flexes his fingers out between us. A grin akin to the devil appears on his lips. “Oh, you have no idea, babe.”
Babe? Holy shit. Is he…?
Did he just flirt with me?
No. No way.
Even still, my cheeks heat.
Pretending his words have absolutely no effect on me, I clear my throat. “You like to play cards?”
“I used to.” There’s something off about his tone. It instantly makes me curious.
I’m not usually nosy. I don’t ask people things because I don’t want them to question me in return. But he knows about Forbes, and something about Jordan makes me want to know more about him. I feel like I could sit and listen to him talk for hours, and not once get bored.