After meeting with Dick, I headed down to the ER, hoping for a chance to talk to Nick again and suggest he get his own lawyer.
“He’s with Joyce,” Peggy said with a smirk and a nod toward where Nick was meeting with a patient.
I moved closer to catch a moment with him before he moved on to his next patient.
“You’re strong, Dr. Foster. Do you work out?” the alluring woman squeezed his bicep, and I had the urge to poke her eyes out.
“I run,” he said, wrapping her ankle. Why wasn’t a nurse doing that?
“Outside? Without your shirt? I’d like to see that.”
Gag.
“When you get home, elevate your ankle. Can you do that?”
“In bed?”
Double gag.
“Is there someone here who can drive you?” he asked. At least he was trying to keep things professional.
“No. Can you drive me?”
“I’ll arrange for a ride.”
“I’ll make you dinner.” She smiled seductively, and ran a manicured finger over his chest.
He stepped back. “It’s still morning.”
“Lunch then. Come on, you have to eat.”
I’d had enough. “Dr. Foster.”
He turned to me. “Yes.”
“I need to talk with you when you’re done.”
“I’ll be right there.” He lowered Joyce’s leg. “Here is a crutch.” He motioned for a nurse. “Can you show Ms. Maynard how to use this and then call someone for a ride home?”
“Yes, Dr. Foster.”
He turned back to Joyce. “Elevate and ice.”
She saluted him. “Yes, doctor. The dinner date stands. Clearly I’m not going anywhere.” She handed him a piece of paper. “I know you can get my address from my file, but here it is.”
He shoved the paper in his pocket and I felt red hot rage burst through me. Why wasn’t he throwing that away? Not that I cared, of course. But as a professional, he needed to toss her number in the trash.
“Good day, Ms. Maynard.”
“Later, Dr. Foster.”
He strode toward me, looking more annoyed than turned on, but still. “What’s up?” he asked.
I motioned for him to follow me to one of the unused patient rooms. “You need to get a lawyer.”
His entire body t
ensed. “Why?”