gloves and tossed them into the waste
receptacle along with her blood-drenched gown and mask. At the sink she
scrubbed her hands and arms vigorously. Part of her felt sorry for the guy, but
the other part of her believed in Karma. Had he not done what he’d done… At
least he would survive, be tried, and probably go to jail.
“Well, that was a mess,” she said to Ambra who bagged the dirty
instruments used for intubation. “So, why’d ya bail on me last night?” JJ
finally got to ask the one question she’d been dying to ask since she’d first seen
her friend. “Do you know I got stuck having a drink with Cruz and his parents?”
Guilt sparked Ambra’s deep emerald eyes and she flushed. “I
am so sorry about that.” She turned away and removed her own soiled garb. “Truth
is, I’ve been dealing with some family drama. It’s my dad.” She sighed and
faced JJ. Shame etched her delicate features. “He’s… ah, never mind. Suffice it
to say, he’s a pain in my ass.”
“Anything I can help with?” JJ asked, concerned.
Ambra shook her head, and the short sassy mahogany bob
swished strands of hair across her face. “No. He never sticks around for too
long. I will just have to wait him out. I appreciate it though.” A wicked grin
spread across her face. “So, how was it with Cruz? Any more hot, bone melting, legs-so-sore-I-can’t-walk
sex?”
“Shit, Ambra!” JJ glanced around nervously, assuring herself
the trauma bay was still empty. “Anyone could hear you, you know!”
“Newsflash to the life-saving ER doc. Cruz is the main topic
of conversation around here. The bedpan buzz has little else right now.” Ambra
shrugged and washed her hands. “No one really knows for sure if you two are an
item. It’s fun as hell to listen to all the speculation, though.” She grabbed
paper towels from the dispenser by the sink and faced JJ. Leaning a hip on the
sink, she dried her hands.
“First of all,” JJ said as she shoved an arm into her white
doctor’s coat, “we are not an item ,
so get that out of your head right now.”
Ambra’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Fuck buddies, then,”
she said, tossing the wet papered towels into the receptacle. “There’s no shame
in that, JJ. He’s definitely lick-worthy in my book. I’ve been tempted a time
or two, but I like my men a bit more…” Her lips curved into an unrepentant
smile. “Untamed. Unpredictable. And, most importantly—emotionally unattached.”
“I bet.” JJ laughed, unable to help herself. Ambra always
had a way with words that seemed to minimize a situation. “Okay, semantics…but
just to be clear, it was a two-time stand. That’s it. We are not fuck buddies.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Ambra said. “The way he looks
at you, I doubt he’s done with you yet.”
JJ grasped her stethoscope and draped it around her neck. Her
interest piqued, she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “He doesn’t look at me
any differently than he looks at any other healthy single woman in or out of
this ER. You need glasses, my friend.”
Ambra’s penetrating gaze searched JJ’s face. JJ’s fists
clenched and she resisted the urge to fidget. Ambra was smart. Too smart for
her own good intentions. JJ knew she’d helped Jett Avery a time or two when
Roxanne had blown him off. It had been Ambra who’d given Jett Roxanne’s dating
itinerary. Suspicion burned in the pit of JJ’s stomach. “Ambra—”
“You’re the one who needs glasses,” Ambra interrupted. “Cruz
looks at you the way Jett looks at Roxanne.”
Ambra grabbed the handle of the now re-stocked intubation box,
hefted it off the counter, and headed out of the trauma bay before JJ had a
chance to reply. She wanted to shout denial at Ambra’s retreating back, but one
of the housekeepers entered the room with her cleaning cart.
“Is everyone done in here?” she asked.
“Yes,” JJ answered and followed in Ambra’s wake.
Ambra had the twins confused.
receptacle along with her blood-drenched gown and mask. At the sink she
scrubbed her hands and arms vigorously. Part of her felt sorry for the guy, but
the other part of her believed in Karma. Had he not done what he’d done… At
least he would survive, be tried, and probably go to jail.
“Well, that was a mess,” she said to Ambra who bagged the dirty
instruments used for intubation. “So, why’d ya bail on me last night?” JJ
finally got to ask the one question she’d been dying to ask since she’d first seen
her friend. “Do you know I got stuck having a drink with Cruz and his parents?”
Guilt sparked Ambra’s deep emerald eyes and she flushed. “I
am so sorry about that.” She turned away and removed her own soiled garb. “Truth
is, I’ve been dealing with some family drama. It’s my dad.” She sighed and
faced JJ. Shame etched her delicate features. “He’s… ah, never mind. Suffice it
to say, he’s a pain in my ass.”
“Anything I can help with?” JJ asked, concerned.
Ambra shook her head, and the short sassy mahogany bob
swished strands of hair across her face. “No. He never sticks around for too
long. I will just have to wait him out. I appreciate it though.” A wicked grin
spread across her face. “So, how was it with Cruz? Any more hot, bone melting, legs-so-sore-I-can’t-walk
sex?”
“Shit, Ambra!” JJ glanced around nervously, assuring herself
the trauma bay was still empty. “Anyone could hear you, you know!”
“Newsflash to the life-saving ER doc. Cruz is the main topic
of conversation around here. The bedpan buzz has little else right now.” Ambra
shrugged and washed her hands. “No one really knows for sure if you two are an
item. It’s fun as hell to listen to all the speculation, though.” She grabbed
paper towels from the dispenser by the sink and faced JJ. Leaning a hip on the
sink, she dried her hands.
“First of all,” JJ said as she shoved an arm into her white
doctor’s coat, “we are not an item ,
so get that out of your head right now.”
Ambra’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Fuck buddies, then,”
she said, tossing the wet papered towels into the receptacle. “There’s no shame
in that, JJ. He’s definitely lick-worthy in my book. I’ve been tempted a time
or two, but I like my men a bit more…” Her lips curved into an unrepentant
smile. “Untamed. Unpredictable. And, most importantly—emotionally unattached.”
“I bet.” JJ laughed, unable to help herself. Ambra always
had a way with words that seemed to minimize a situation. “Okay, semantics…but
just to be clear, it was a two-time stand. That’s it. We are not fuck buddies.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Ambra said. “The way he looks
at you, I doubt he’s done with you yet.”
JJ grasped her stethoscope and draped it around her neck. Her
interest piqued, she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “He doesn’t look at me
any differently than he looks at any other healthy single woman in or out of
this ER. You need glasses, my friend.”
Ambra’s penetrating gaze searched JJ’s face. JJ’s fists
clenched and she resisted the urge to fidget. Ambra was smart. Too smart for
her own good intentions. JJ knew she’d helped Jett Avery a time or two when
Roxanne had blown him off. It had been Ambra who’d given Jett Roxanne’s dating
itinerary. Suspicion burned in the pit of JJ’s stomach. “Ambra—”
“You’re the one who needs glasses,” Ambra interrupted. “Cruz
looks at you the way Jett looks at Roxanne.”
Ambra grabbed the handle of the now re-stocked intubation box,
hefted it off the counter, and headed out of the trauma bay before JJ had a
chance to reply. She wanted to shout denial at Ambra’s retreating back, but one
of the housekeepers entered the room with her cleaning cart.
“Is everyone done in here?” she asked.
“Yes,” JJ answered and followed in Ambra’s wake.
Ambra had the twins confused.
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