A blast of welcomed air conditioning hit me in the face when we walked through the door.
“I’ll get us some snacks. Go sit before you pass out on the floor. My annoying self might leave you there.”
I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on the cozy oversized couch, curling up into a ball. Sierra’s heels on the hardwood floor got closer. My eyes were closed, but she was definitely hovering.
“He kissed me,” I blurted.
“What! When! Lil, open your eyes.” She handed me a glass of lemon water and jumped up on the couch, heels and all.
“There’s nothing else to say, it happened and now it’s over.”
“Bullshit.”
“He walked away. Acted like it was all some misunderstanding, like he didn’t mean it.”
“What do you mean, he walked away?”
“Exactly that,” I clipped. “He had this really tough surgery yesterday. The patient almost died. It was a total mess. He was a mess. He was angry and yelling, covered in blood. The next thing I know, he’s half naked, and he’s kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. It was intense. And amazing. Our connection, our chemistry, it was insane. He must have felt it, I know he felt it.” Tears threatened to fall. I kept my emotions trapped in a bottle and wasn’t sure why this man was having this effect on me. “And then his phone rang and something changed. He went right back to being a total ass. Then he left. He just left.”
“That’s it? He hasn’t tried to call you or text you?”
“Nope. Nothing. I told you, didn’t mean anything.”
Silence. I mentioned Sierra NEVER did silent. At least she knew why I hadn’t slept and clocked a crazy number of hours. Maybe she would stop being so annoying.
“I don’t do this. I don’t get all bent out of shape over someone I met three days ago. It’s insane. It’s taken three effing years to feel something, and I pick this man. His intensity is no joke. He’s Dr. Compassionate one minute and psycho surgeon the next. This is who turns me on. Really? I’m screwed up. Can I push pause?”
It was the first time I’d spoken those words out loud, but I sure as hell thought them way too many times to count. I sat up and wiped my burning eyes. I refused to shed another tear.
“Push pause?” Sierra questioned.
“Exactly, I need to check out for a few days or maybe a year.”
“Lil, you’ve been checked out for the past three years, you need to freaking check in. You’re not gonna remember the pauses, and you’re definitely not going to remember a good night’s sleep. But at least there’s a reason you feel like you need a pause and a reason you were awake. Bad or good, who gives a shit? That’s the stuff you don’t forget. I have no idea what’s up with Dr. Bloodbath. He might be a total dick and not worth another second of your time, but I’m just glad you’re feeling something again.” Sierra took a sip of her water and gave me a small smile. “You’ll figure it out, Asspuck, just like you do everything else. You’re the strongest person I know. I love ya.” She hugged me. “Goddamn, it must be this baby, I’m a hormonal fucking sap, huh?” At least she said it, not me. Sierra rarely did mushy. “Let’s go out this Friday. Drinking and stupid talk always makes us feel better. And since I’m living life dry at the moment, you drink and I’ll be stupid. Sound good?”
Sounded perfect. And she had a point, I had literally walked around for three years blocking out any and all penetrable emotions. Maybe I was feeling something, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge it.
“Can I call in sick all week?” I scrunched my nose up and squinted.
“Yeah, right. Like you would ever. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. I don’t think you should give up on him yet. He kissed you, didn’t he? You felt something, right? I’d bet my ass he felt something too, so give it some time. Worst case scenario, he’s a big dick and you suffer through three more weeks on his service.” She shrugged. “Best case scenario, he has a big dick and you spend the next three weeks letting it pry your vagina back open.” She grinned.
That sounded more like my Sierra.
“Sounds worth the risk to me” she finished with.
Chase and I exchanged very few words over the course of the next week. None, to be exact. There were two awake cases, and he didn’t request me to sit in for either. In fact, I overheard him tell Guy, “Keep her away from my OR, I don’t need a repeat of last Friday,” implying the bloodbath debacle was somehow my fault. Only I knew what he was really referring to, and I got the message loud and clear. On rounds he was short and curt and avoided eye contact with me. There wasn’t even a glimmer of the man I had dinner with or the man who sweetly tucked my drunken ass to bed. Just Dr. Intensity. I was angry. So pissed with myself that I let my guard down so easily after so many years of building my ironclad barrier. Screw him for disarming me too damn easily.
“Are you going out tonight, doll?” Guy put his hand in the elevator door to keep it from closing. I got it. When they weren’t living up to their stigma, surgeons and stairs, they hopped on the elevator. I tried to stifle my laugh.
“Yeah, girls’ night at Rosa’s, what about you? You should meet up with us. You didn’t forget about your promise, did you?” I bumped his shoulder. He owed me a drink.
“Of course I didn’t forget. Colton and I have a drug rep dinner tonight about some new instruments he wants to try out in the OR, or some shit like that. But I’ll totally try to get out and catch up with you ladies.”
“Sounds like a fun boys’ night out,” I said, my voice laced with obvious sarcasm.
The elevator slowed and opened on the second floor. Chase stepped in. Shit. So much for the stigma. His eyes locked on mine for the first time since we kissed last Friday. He looked pissed. My stomach did a flip and I broke first, redirecting my focus to the cracked floor tile.
Guy nodded and acknowledged him. “Hey Chase.”
Chase did not turn and face forward, following proper elevator etiquette. No, he backed himself into the side wall, arms folded across his taut chest. The sleeves of his crisp blue dress shirt were rolled high enough to show the coursing veins bulging under his tan forearms. I didn’t look up because I knew his eyes were still on me. The tension was thick and palpable, yet Guy was oblivious. I wished I had taken the stairs.
“So I’ll definitely try and crash your girls’ night. How late do you think you’ll be there?”
“There’s a bunch of us going, so probably pretty late, especially once the margaritas start flowing.” I peeled my gaze off the floor and up to Guy and those damn dimples.
“Not missing this. I’ll be there, wait for me.” Guy patted Chase’s arm to get his attention, “How long’s this dinner tonight?”
“Obviously not long enough.”
Silence. It was the world’s longest elevator ride, EVER. Who knew going one floor could be your worst nightmare?
As much as I tried to forget all things Chase, I couldn’t help but wonder what had him so angry. The few times I’d seen him this week, his demeanor was the same—detached and cold. Angry. The only thing familiar about him was his intensity. I hadn’t seen a flicker of Dr. Compassionate either, and I began to question if I had imagined it. Was I so distracted by my attraction for him that I saw what I wanted to see?
I walked into Rosa’s and headed straight for our usual table. I didn’t even stop at home to change. No time after that elevator ride. I said hello to a couple of the girls and poured myself a giant margarita. I slipped comfortably into the high back stool and pulled out my cell phone to text Sierra. One missed text. She was probably running late.