My Sweetest Sasha: Cole's Story (Meadows Shore Book 2) by Eva Charles Page B
Authors: Eva Charles
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is never more fully on display than it is down here. Stripped naked, skin so translucent you can peer into its soul. It’s not always pretty. What you see on television and in the movies, that has nothing, nothing to do with what goes on here.
“The reality is lying a block away, brain dead, while his two little ones and his beautiful wife are left to cope with the aftermath. Their lives forever changed. Divorce, drug abuse, suicide, neglected children, self-loathing, and loneliness, that’s the glitzy reality of a trauma surgeon’s life. Remember that while you sit in judgment.”
Alexa swallowed hard. Sue had provided an overview, context that was invaluable.
“Thank you for sharing this with me. You’re right, I should’ve come to you first.”
Sue studied her intently. “I hope it’s useful down the road. Have you talked to Tom yet?”
“No, but he’s next on my list.”
“Ask to see his file on Cole.”
She cocked her head.
“Just ask him.”
Alexa started toward the door and turned to Sue. “I’m not trying to make trouble for Dr. Harrington.”
“I know. I told you, I’ve been around for a long time, and I have a good sense of people.” She hesitated for a moment. “Go easy on him.”
“I’ll be fair. There’s nothing, so far, that could conceivably put his job in jeopardy.”
“I’m not worried about his job.”
* * *
Next up was Tom Hagel, another big fan of Cole’s. He’d been a talented trauma surgeon back in the day, and he made no apologies for his protégée. Alexa wasn’t sure he believed an apology needed to be made by anyone, including Cole. She also suspected Tom had smashed more than a few thermostats in his career, too.
“Sue Miller told me to ask for your file on Dr. Harrington.”
“Did she? Damn woman can’t stay out of my business,” he muttered. “Thinks I’m a doddering old fool who would forget to give it to you. Apparently reminding me three times this morning wasn’t enough.” His lips quirked while he griped.
Tom unlocked a file cabinet, and pulled out a folder at least ten times the size of the one Chet had given her.
Her eyes nearly fell out of her head, while her heart sank. She’d come so far, and didn’t want any bad news now, but from the look of the …
“You can’t leave the suite with the file, but you can sit in the small conference room and read to your heart’s content. Give it back to Kim when you’re finished.”
She sat at the conference table and pulled out her laptop to take notes, dreading every word she’d be required to write. But what she found wasn’t at all what she’d been expecting.
The file was chock full of letters of gratitude from patients, families, and staff, commendations, and awards. Of course it was! She chastised herself for expecting anything less. Sure, there was some documented problem behavior, but it paled in comparison to the praise. Cole Harrington was irreverent, arrogant, and a piece of work extraordinaire, but the hospital and his patients were lucky to have him. Damn lucky.
Chapter Nine
The sun crept lower in the sky when Cole pulled up in front of her apartment, the top down on the car. He wore a dark blue suit with a pink shirt, and a lively paisley tie. The navy suit made his eyes bluer and clearer.
When he stepped out of the car to take off his jacket, she admired how the suit skimmed his body, like it had been made for him. She’d never seen him so dressed up. He usually wore scrubs or jeans, and occasionally, if he was seeing patients in the office, dress pants that hung delectably off his hips.
He caught her checking him out. She quickly averted her eyes, but he didn’t let it pass.
“Like me in a suit?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve never seen you wear one before.”
“Not what I asked.”
“I don’t have to tell you that you look good. I’m sure you’ve passed plenty of mirrors today, and there’s no shortage of women ogling you all the time. Your
“The reality is lying a block away, brain dead, while his two little ones and his beautiful wife are left to cope with the aftermath. Their lives forever changed. Divorce, drug abuse, suicide, neglected children, self-loathing, and loneliness, that’s the glitzy reality of a trauma surgeon’s life. Remember that while you sit in judgment.”
Alexa swallowed hard. Sue had provided an overview, context that was invaluable.
“Thank you for sharing this with me. You’re right, I should’ve come to you first.”
Sue studied her intently. “I hope it’s useful down the road. Have you talked to Tom yet?”
“No, but he’s next on my list.”
“Ask to see his file on Cole.”
She cocked her head.
“Just ask him.”
Alexa started toward the door and turned to Sue. “I’m not trying to make trouble for Dr. Harrington.”
“I know. I told you, I’ve been around for a long time, and I have a good sense of people.” She hesitated for a moment. “Go easy on him.”
“I’ll be fair. There’s nothing, so far, that could conceivably put his job in jeopardy.”
“I’m not worried about his job.”
* * *
Next up was Tom Hagel, another big fan of Cole’s. He’d been a talented trauma surgeon back in the day, and he made no apologies for his protégée. Alexa wasn’t sure he believed an apology needed to be made by anyone, including Cole. She also suspected Tom had smashed more than a few thermostats in his career, too.
“Sue Miller told me to ask for your file on Dr. Harrington.”
“Did she? Damn woman can’t stay out of my business,” he muttered. “Thinks I’m a doddering old fool who would forget to give it to you. Apparently reminding me three times this morning wasn’t enough.” His lips quirked while he griped.
Tom unlocked a file cabinet, and pulled out a folder at least ten times the size of the one Chet had given her.
Her eyes nearly fell out of her head, while her heart sank. She’d come so far, and didn’t want any bad news now, but from the look of the …
“You can’t leave the suite with the file, but you can sit in the small conference room and read to your heart’s content. Give it back to Kim when you’re finished.”
She sat at the conference table and pulled out her laptop to take notes, dreading every word she’d be required to write. But what she found wasn’t at all what she’d been expecting.
The file was chock full of letters of gratitude from patients, families, and staff, commendations, and awards. Of course it was! She chastised herself for expecting anything less. Sure, there was some documented problem behavior, but it paled in comparison to the praise. Cole Harrington was irreverent, arrogant, and a piece of work extraordinaire, but the hospital and his patients were lucky to have him. Damn lucky.
Chapter Nine
The sun crept lower in the sky when Cole pulled up in front of her apartment, the top down on the car. He wore a dark blue suit with a pink shirt, and a lively paisley tie. The navy suit made his eyes bluer and clearer.
When he stepped out of the car to take off his jacket, she admired how the suit skimmed his body, like it had been made for him. She’d never seen him so dressed up. He usually wore scrubs or jeans, and occasionally, if he was seeing patients in the office, dress pants that hung delectably off his hips.
He caught her checking him out. She quickly averted her eyes, but he didn’t let it pass.
“Like me in a suit?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve never seen you wear one before.”
“Not what I asked.”
“I don’t have to tell you that you look good. I’m sure you’ve passed plenty of mirrors today, and there’s no shortage of women ogling you all the time. Your
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