The old woman’s brow rose. “I’m your only patient? A brilliant doctor like you? That’s surprising and a bit worrisome.”
Riley laughed and winked at the older woman. “You’re a quick one, Jewel.”
“That I am.” The woman beamed.
Trinity smothered a smile and clicked to save and sign the data she’d entered.
“You going to let me go home today?”
Riley shook his head. “Now, why would I do that when your nurse ju
st told you the reasons why you should stay?”
Jewel shrugged her heavy shoulders. “I was just checking.”
“Anyone ever tell you what a testy thing you are?” Riley teased the older woman, pulling his stethoscope from his pocket and cleaning the diaphragm with an alcohol swab.
“Only my husband.” The woman’s face took on a happy glow. “God bless him.”
Riley laughed and placed his stethoscope on Jewel’s chest.
The breathy woman watched his every move. Glancing up, she noticed that Trinity also watched his every move.
Jewel motioned towards Riley then waggled her drawn-on eyebrows.
Noticing the movement, Riley glanced up, caught just enough that he glanced back and forth between them. “Okay, you two, what are you cooking up?”
Trinity shook her head. No way was she going there. Jewel would have to do her matchmaking elsewhere because as sweet as Riley was to her and as fine as he seemed to be with everyone thinking they were a couple, she didn’t fool herself that he was a Prince Charming who was going to slip a pair of glass slippers onto her feet.
Or even a pair of pink hightop sneakers.
She’d do well to remember that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LETTING HIS GAZE soak up the sight of Trinity in her dark navy scrubs, Riley stepped up beside where she worked at the nurses’ station. “Dr. Stanley is having a small impromptu get-together tomorrow night, just dinner and drinks, to celebrate the holidays.”
Trinity looked briefly at Riley then went back to studying the computer monitor.
“Would you like to go?”
“No, thank you,” she immediately replied, without another glance his way.
Tempted to scream with frustration, Riley sighed. “Do you know any words other than those?”
“Yes.”
“Great.” He rubbed his hands together in glee. “You really do. We should get you in the habit of using them more often. Let’s practice. Trinity, will you go to a Christmas dinner party with me tomorrow night?”
She arched a brow at him. “You want me to be a yes-girl?”
Did he?
“I want you to be an open-minded girl who answers questions based on more than her preconceived notion that she doesn’t like Christmas and wants no part of any celebration of it.”
“You’re missing the point completely.”
He leaned against the desktop and stared down at her. “Which is?”