Sweet Nothing(35)

Georgia walked by in bright scrubs. Large pieces of golden-brown hair had fallen from her ponytail, and her eyes were red and tired.

“Full house?” I asked.

“Let me tell ya somethin’,” she said in her thick Mississippi accent. “It’s a full moon tonight. If you get bored in the ER, you come on up here and I’ll show you busy.”

I chuckled, and she winked, her scrubs swishing as she made her way to one of the delivery rooms.

“Cute, aren’t they?” Dr. Rosenberg said from behind me. “I come up here a lot to center myself and recharge.”

“I’m just trying to get away from Deb,” I joked.

Dr. Rosenberg laughed. “I haven’t seen you at Corner Hole lately. I guess you’ve been busy.”

“I guess so,” I said, staring through the glass with a smile. The babies were cute, but I was thinking of Josh. My face fell, and I looked at the doctor. “Since when are you a regular at Corner Hole?”

“Since I never see you anymore, I guess.”

I pressed my lips together, but the edges of my mouth turned up anyway. “I know. I’ve been preoccupied.”

“How is that going?” Dr. Rosenberg asked.

I didn’t mean to, but I sighed. And then I gushed. And then I couldn’t stop, even when I saw the doctor’s expression change from polite to blank.

“That’s great,” he said. His tone was the one he used with Deb or the other nurses when they tried to chat with him. “I wish you all the happiness.”

“You wish me all the happiness?” I said, disgust dripping from every word.

My reaction put a spark back in his eyes. “No, actually, I don’t, but you haven’t taken my advice thus far. I don’t suspect you’ll start now.”

“What are you talking about? What advice?”

“That you should stay away from him. He’s bad news, Avery. I know things are new and fun now, but …” He looked around and then took my arm, gently guiding me around the corner. “Would you just listen to me? We were friends once.”

“Were we?”

He seemed hurt. “I thought so.”

He touched my face with his fingertips and I pulled away, glancing around. I startled when I saw Josh standing ten feet away, murder in his eyes.

I took a step back. “You knew he was there, didn’t you?”

“Of course not,” Dr. Rosenberg said. “Josh.”

Josh nodded once, and the doctor excused himself, walking toward the elevators.

When Josh approached, I pointed to the empty spot where the doctor was standing. “That wasn’t anything. He’s being really weird, but I didn’t … that wasn’t …” While I fumbled for words, I noticed Josh’s jaw twitching. “I know how it looks.”

“How does it look?” Josh finally managed to say. His words were short. He was trying his best to keep from losing his temper.

“I can see that you’re angry, but I’m at work. He’s my boss.”

Josh shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “What the f*ck does that even mean, Avery?”

I leaned in. “Keep your voice down!” I hissed. I started to walk past him, but he reached out, grabbing my arm.

I looked around to see if anyone noticed, and then back at him. “Let me go before someone sees.”

“Are you still in love with him?”

My mouth fell open. “I was never in love with him. He’s married. What kind of person do you think I am?”

Josh’s brows pulled together. “C’mon, baby, open your eyes. He wants you.”

I looked around. “So what if he does? Am I a robot? Just because the beautiful doctor all the nurses want is interested in me, I have to fall on my back with my legs spread? Give me a little more credit than that, Josh. Just because I fell for you doesn’t mean I’m na?ve.”

Josh blinked, unsure whether to be flattered or insulted. “I don’t know how to take that.”

“Take it any way you want. My break’s over.”

“Let me walk you down.”

“Dr. Rosenberg is likely down there. It’s probably best you stay away from him,” I said.

“Oh, he’d f*cking love it if I stayed out of his way.”

“Like it or not, I work with him. You’re going to have to trust me.”

“It’s him I don’t trust.”

“Josh,” I warned. “I love my job. If you can’t be professional, stay away from Dr. Rosenberg. Don’t ruin this.”

He was clearly unconvinced, so I shouldered past him to the elevators.

“Avery,” he called over his shoulder. He turned around, but the elevator doors were already closing.





I made my way to work, unable to ignore the stress and tension crawling through my muscles. What I needed was to hit the gym and empty my mind, but I didn’t have time. I couldn’t miss work, and any free time spent without Avery felt wasted, even if the late nights and early shifts would eventually make me crash and burn.

I’d scrubbed the back of the meat wagon after our last patient until my knuckles felt raw, but there was still a residual discontent rumbling just under the surface. The conversation we’d had about my sister still haunted me. Avery hadn’t run away screaming, but I’d seen the pain in her eyes when I’d told her it was all my fault. I don’t know why she’d stuck around after that. Maybe it was the alcohol. I worried that she would come to her senses any minute.