Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(82)

“Oh, yeah!” Georgia’s eyes lit up. “Tell us everything the hospital doesn’t advertise… Well, unless it involves you two hooking up. Don’t tell me any of that.”

My pout was instinctual, and Georgia laughed. “He’s my brother!”

“Cover your ears, then,” I retorted.

Will sighed. “We’ve never hooked up, Gigi. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, Will and I are about as platonic as two people can get,” Winnie agreed. “Unless McDreamy walks in, I probably won’t ever f*ck one of my coworkers.”

Will half smirked, half grimaced like he couldn’t say the same.

Winnie noticed. “Oh, my God. Who are you f*cking at work? How do I miss all the good stuff?”

“I’m gonna guess it’s because you’re too busy working or taking care of your daughter. And it’s f*cked, past tense. No office romance currently.”

“You have a daughter?” I asked, more intrigued by kids lately than I had ever been in my life. It was a little disturbing, but instead of panicking, I went with it.

“I have a six-year-old.” Her eyes brightened and lips crested into a loving smile. “Her name is Lexi, and she’s my whole entire world.”

“Winnie here is like the superwoman of single moms,” Will interjected. “She runs the ED, works eighty-hour weeks, and somehow manages to raise an awesome kid.”

“You’re totally kissing my ass right now. And no, I will not take you off call next weekend.”

Will shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”

She laughed. “But he’s right. I’m pretty much awesome at everything besides having a life outside of my daughter and work.”

Winnie girl was spunky. I liked her already. “I’m demanding that you hang out with us more often.”

“Yes,” Georgia agreed. “Like actual nights out. Minus Will, of course.”

Winnie smiled. “Let me work on getting a new job where my schedule isn’t so demanding, and I will definitely take you up on that. I can’t tell you the last time I actually went out for a drink.”

“You know,” Georgia continued, “the Mavericks are looking for a new team physician.”

Her eyes perked up. “Really?”

“I don’t know all the details of the position, but I know it would be less demanding than your current eighty-hour workweeks. Especially in the off-season. I could email you more info if you’d like.”

“Less work and football players? Color me interested.” She reached into her purse, pulled out a business card, and slid it across the table.

I glanced over Georgia’s shoulder and caught sight of the name printed in black. “Winnie Winslow,” I read it aloud. “Hell, that’s one badass name.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I’m a bit of a badass bitch.”

Yeah, I was definitely going to be friends with this chick.

Feeling that any gossip about her brother and the blonde had been settled, Georgia’s prying eyes came to me.

“And what about you?”

“What about me?” I challenged.

“You are just like your boyfriend!” she accused with a laugh, and as much as I tried to stop it, I started to blush.

“Boyfriend?” Will asked. “What boyfriend?”

My skin started to tingle, and my voice locked up.

“Look at you,” Georgia prodded. “You’d think you’d be able to talk about it. You should be able to talk about a relationship where you’re living with the guy, for f*ck’s sake.”

“Wait a second? Living with the guy? When did this happen?” Will asked rapid fire, while Winnie looked on with interest.

“It’s Thatch,” Georgia announced.

“Holy f*ck. Why didn’t he say anything either?”

My eyebrows pulled together. “It’s relatively new.”

“You’re living together,” Will insisted with a laugh.

“I’m aware, thank you very much. I moved in as a prank.”

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Georgia said. “Don’t give me that. When you move in as a prank, you move out. You don’t f*ck like rabbits and make moony eyes at one another and talk about picking up stuff for each other from the store.”

I wonder how hard it would be to wring Georgia’s neck.

“I like him, okay?” I admitted in a rush. “He’s funny and fun, and goddamn, he’s got a cock that won’t quit.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Will cried.

“I like him already,” Winnie put in with an encouraging smile.

“Right?” I blubbered in a rush. “The stupid * makes it nearly impossible to not like him. It’s not my fault.”

Georgia’s smile was practically nuclear. “So…what’s that mean? What’s going on with you two?”

I shrugged.

“Have you tried talking to him about what’s actually going on?” she pushed, and Will groaned. She turned cold eyes in his direction and snapped. “You, shut it. This is girl time, and you’ll deal with it.”

He shut up and Winnie laughed. “I’m gonna start talking to you like that at work. You obeyed more quickly than usual.”