Oh, and as if that’s not difficult enough, my silly crush on him-the one I’ve tried to stomp on until it disappears-might just be reciprocated. That means I have to stand near him in the OR for hours on end and anticipate his every need without letting his biting words and bad attitude intimidate me.
His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: switch specialties and spend months retraining, or take an open position as Dr. Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance, preferably from the other end of the hallway half-hidden behind a plant.
I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. The scrub techs say he’s cold-blooded, the nurses say he’s too cocky for his own good, and the residents say he’s the best surgeon in the world- really, just a swell guy!-on the off chance he’s within earshot. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital.
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