I hadn’t seen outside in over an hour, but the last time I’d looked, the sky was dark and rain was soaking the parking lot and pouring off the awning that hung over the ambulance bay like a waterfall. I wondered if Josh was working out in the weather, and if he would feel like seeing me after being out in the muggy wet all day.

“I can see you thinking about him,” Deb said in an accusatory tone.

“He’s helping me with a car.” My frown turned into a wide grin. “Who does that? I’m going to have transportation again in a month, maybe two. Until then—”

“You dirty little slut,” Deb said, sitting across from me at one of the five round tables in the west break room. The wallpaper reminded me of Step-Down and waking up after the accident. That only made me think of Josh more. I was annoying myself.

She leaned in like I was going to reveal a juicy secret. “That’s why you didn’t call me for a ride. He took you to work today, didn’t he?”

“I … none of your business.”

“Road head?”

My face screwed into disgust, and I peeked over at Michaels. She was pretending not to eavesdrop, but everyone knew she had been one of the first nurses in the department to welcome Josh to Philadelphia … with her vagina. “Deb. Jesus.”

She rolled her eyes. “How did I befriend such a prude? At least a good-night kiss?”

“No.”

“No?” Her voice went up an octave. “Give me something. You’re boring me to death. I can’t even have a decent sex life vicariously through you.”

“What about you and Quinn? Did he call?” I asked, hoping she’d change the subject.

“Maybe,” she said. It was a pitiful segue into a detailed reproduction of their phone call, complete with inappropriate jokes and innuendo. The longer she talked, the more I knew they were made for each other.

In truth, I was glad I didn’t have to recount the last moments of my night with Josh. Deb wouldn’t have understood, anyway. It had been wonderful, and quiet, and exciting, and from the moment we left until he walked with me to the stoop of my apartment building, a million butterflies had burst from their cocoons and fluttered around in my entire body, hairline to toe polish. In one night, Josh Avery had transformed from the hospital hustler into what I had been waiting for. We hadn’t had time to kiss because we’d hugged, his cheek had touched mine, and words had tumbled out of his mouth like he couldn’t keep them in any longer. Seven words that would change everything.

I need to see you again. Tomorrow.

I’d said yes, and then he’d turned around, got in his car, and pulled away. He had seemed just as surprised by his request as I had been. When I’d finally processed what had happened, his brake lights had already turned the corner.

Josh hadn’t said he wanted to see me. Anyone could say that, and it would be sweet. No, he needed to see me, just like he’d needed to say it before it burst out of him like water from a broken levy.

“So,” Deb said, “I told him he was a narcissist. I could shart on stage at the Merriam Theater in front of the entire hospital board and it would somehow be about him. But I dunno, I kind of like it,” Deb said, resting her chin on her hand.

“Romantic,” I said.

“Speaking of romantic, did you fuck him?”

“Deb!”

“Spill it!”

“No,” I said through my teeth. Thankfully, Michaels was only on her fifteen-minute break and on her way out.

“How many times did you have to slap his hand away?”

“None.”

“None?”

“No, Deb. He was a perfect gentleman.”

“Man. That sucks, Avery. I’m sorry.”

I sighed, already regretting my next question. We were alone, so it was a good time to pick her perverted, twisted mind. “Why would you be sorry?”

“Well,” she hesitated. “I know you’re sort of into him, and …”

“And what?”

“He doesn’t … You know I tell you straight, Avery.”

“Just say it!”

“He doesn’t seem to be that into you,” she blurted out.

I sat up. “What makes you say that? Did Quinn say something to you?”

“No, but he didn’t even attempt to sleep with you, and he’s slept with Carissa Ashton. I mean, dear God. That’s like dipping your stick into a rancid whale. It’s not even that she’s fat, because—” she ran her hands over her own enormous breasts “—you know I feel sorry for you skinny bitches with no curves. But Ashton’s a heinous bitch and fat. Do you know why McHale was fired? Ashton told McHale she’d take her shift and then didn’t show and claimed not to know what McHale was talking about. McHale just smiled at Josh. Just smiled. Ashton got her fired for that. She’s a jealous, weeping, rotten cun—”

“Deb! Stop!” I snapped.

She was taken aback. “I call people names, Avery. You know it’s my thing. I enjoy it. I—”

“No. Stop talking about Josh and the other nurses.”

“Wow, I mean … I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much you liked him. Already.”

“We’re going out again, okay? Just because he didn’t one-night me, doesn’t mean he’s not interested. Can we please just drop it?”

She grinned. “He asked you out again already? That’s good, right?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes. It’s very good.”

A deep voice spoke behind me. “Well, that’s a relief.”

I winced. Josh’s fingers cupped my shoulders and sunk in just enough to massage my sore muscles. I didn’t dare turn around. My cheeks caught fire and my eyes glossed over. How much did he hear?

Deb nodded once and then looked up with her fakest smile. “We were just finishing up.”

“Me too,” Josh said. He didn’t sound offended or creeped out, both good signs, but not enough for me to turn around. “Just thought I’d stop in and say hi.”

I didn’t respond. My brain couldn’t form a single syllable.

“Pick you up at eight thirty?” he asked.

“Yes,” I managed to say without vomiting all over my shoes. “Sounds … sounds great.” I closed my eyes tight, grateful he was behind me and couldn’t see the mortification on my face.

He pecked the top of my hair and then Deb nodded, signaling he was gone.

Deb raised an eyebrow. “He seems awfully handsy for not even getting a good-night kiss.”

“You couldn’t warn me?” I whined.

She held up her hands. “I honestly didn’t hear him. The door is propped open. Anyway, he looked absolutely thrilled about what you said. You should have seen the shit-eating grin on his face. And I was wrong. He definitely likes you. Josh Avery doesn’t go looking for nurses. He … shit,” she whispered, sitting up and smoothing her face.

“He … shit?” I asked.

“Doc Rose,” she mouthed.

“Avery,” Dr. Rosenberg said, setting a white box on the table. He removed a pair of chopsticks and a napkin from a long, translucent package.

He opened the box, and a waft of steam and soy sauce filled the room. Doctors had their own lounge, so it wasn’t typical for him to be rubbing elbows with the peasants.

“That looks much better than the rubber chicken I’m having,” Deb said, standing to retrieve her frozen entrée from the microwave.

“Have you noticed any soreness or experienced any headaches since the accident?” He reached over, gently massaging my shoulder near my neck. I stiffened. “You seem to be just fine, but I worry you’re not complaining so you don’t miss work.”

He looked down on me with his big blue eyes, which set off the specks of silver in the patch of hair above his ears. He was so beautiful, like he just played a doctor on TV. Once I might have stumbled over my answer, but he didn’t make me nervous anymore. I shrugged away from his touch. “Just the first week. Thanks for checking on me.”

He glanced over his shoulder and then looked back at me, keeping his voice low. “I’ve been worried about you a lot, actually. I apologize if I’m overstepping, but I’ve heard some whispers that you and one of the paramedics have started spending time together, and—”