He brushed it all aside and completed the surgery like a professional.
“Are we ready to bring Mr. Dooley out of sedation?” Sage asked.
“Go ahead and bring the patient out.”
“Yes, doctor. I’m now cutting back on the fentanyl, and the patient should begin to awaken soon.”
He closed the incision and left the final cleanup to the surgical assistants.
He peeled off his apron, washed up at the sink, and turned to go change out of his surgical scrubs. But he stopped at the door.
I may not be able to even think about her as a possibility, considering Mendon and my history here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t arrange to see her and at least catch up a little.
“Ms. Everton?” He turned back and spoke to her, making eye contact with those incredible eyes. “If you’re free, I’d appreciate it if you would accompany me on my rounds at seven tonight to check on Mr. Dooley. Anytime a patient has been completely under, I request a follow-up visit from the administrator of the anesthesia.”
“Yes, Dr. Hotchkiss.” Her dark-fringed lashes blinked slowly, seductively. “I’d be glad to.”
And chalk it up to his raging body chemistry, but Jasher convinced himself she meant it.