Second First Kiss
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That kiss. The memory flooded back to her as if it had happened ten minutes ago, and not ten years. Its presence washed over her and wouldn’t leave anytime she even recalled his insane skills in the operating room.
I’m not only not over that kiss, I totally need a repeat of it.
“Didn’t mean to jump down your throat. It’s just that McGreasy spent the length of a hallway warning me against fraternizing with the so-called enemy.”
“You’re putting me and McGreasy in the same category?”
“Please.” Sage looked at the ceiling and then back at Kennedy. “If you know what he’s done that makes him terrible, tell me.”
Kennedy shook her head and pushed her empty paper plate away. “No details, other than it was some fatal error at a basketball game in high school.”
“A high school basketball game?” How long ago could that have been? Figured, though. Mendon did love their ball teams. And the Mendon Eagles should have been the Mendon Elephants. They never forgot.
“Fatal error? You don’t mean that literally, do you? No one died, right?”
“Nope, but no other details, either. I gather it’s the source of his social leprosy.”
“You don’t seriously think I care about that.”
“What—are you into him?”
No.
“You’re thinking about dating him.”
“I told you, I’m not dating. Not anyone.” Especially not Jasher, considering her proven bad juju. “I’m content to stay with Orville.”
Kennedy didn’t look convinced, not with the way her eyebrow tilted. “Much protesting?”
“Look, what do you want from me? I’ll do what you said and keep my distance, okay?” Which was smart. Because Sage had been known to act rashly in the past where her heart was involved.
“I think you’re interested.” Kennedy’s eyes sparkled.
“We work together, Kennedy. You of all people should get that. Go on, then. Tell me about you and Dr. Doom. Have you started dating him yet?”
Suddenly, Kennedy had to go back to Reedsville.
“You’d better not ditch me on the night of the fundraiser,” Sage called after her.
“Have fun on your patient-rounds date.” Kennedy waved goodbye, leaving Sage a mass of nerves—and anticipation.