Melting The Ice Queen's Heart. Amy RuttanЧитать онлайн книгу.
cocked her eyebrow. “What do you think of Dr. Brice?”
“Dishy.” Kimber waggled her eyebrows, but then she instantly sobered. “Sorry, chief.”
“Professionally, what do you think?”
“Oh, well…” Kimber hesitated.
“Go on,” Virginia urged.
“He’s pretty brusque with nurses, doesn’t remember our names. Refers to most of us as ‘hey you’. Rarely says thank-you. But he’s good with the patients and he’s a great surgeon.”
“Thank you, Kimber.”
“Is Dr. Brice in trouble, chief?”
Virginia shook her head. “No, I just wanted to see how well he was getting on with the other members of the staff.”
“The answer to that is not well.” Kimber walked away from the charge desk, just as Dr. Brice left Mr. Jones’s room.
He was staring at his pager, headed right for her. Finally he glanced up and saw her there and his eyes widened momentarily. “Dr. Potter, what brings you to the ICU today? I thought you’d be in more investor meetings.”
Virginia gritted her teeth. “No. No meetings today, Dr. Brice.”
“Gavin.” He flashed her a smug smile, which she wanted to wipe off his face. Instead she ignored him.
“I’m headed for the OR, actually.”
“Amazing, I didn’t think chiefs of surgery were able to operate.”
“I’m a surgeon first and foremost. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be off.” She turned from him and headed for the OR suites, but Gavin followed her, keeping pace.
“What surgery are you preforming?”
“A routine cholecystectomy.”
“I thought you were a trauma surgeon.”
“I’m a general surgeon, but I did work in trauma during my fellowship years. Besides, our ER is staffed with several capable surgeons.”
Gavin chuckled. “Not me, though.”
Virginia cocked an eyebrow, but continued toward the ORs. “What do you mean?”
“We had this talk yesterday, Virginia. I’m not an asset to Bayview Grace.”
“Dr. Brice—”
“Gavin,” he interrupted.
She took a calming breath. “Gavin, who said you weren’t?”
“You did.”
“When?”
“Yesterday, after I saved Mr. Jones’s life in front of the board, or have you mentally blocked that catastrophe of public relations proportions from your brain?”
Virginia chuckled. “I never said you weren’t an asset. You’re a fine surgeon, Gavin, you just have to work on your interpersonal skills.” The doors to the scrub room slid open and she stepped inside. Gavin followed her.
Lord. Just let me be.
All she wanted to do was this surgery. Here she could clear her head and think.
“Interpersonal skills?” A smile quirked his lips. “In what ways?”
“I don’t have time to talk the semantics over with you. I have a choly to attend to, that is, unless you want to scrub in?”
Please, don’t scrub in, one half of her screamed, while the other half of her wanted to see him in action. To work side by side with him.
“I haven’t done a routine choly in…well, probably not since my residency, and it wasn’t done laparoscopically. The attendings and indeed the hospital where I obtained my residency weren’t up to par with Dr. Mühe’s ground-breaking procedure.”
“I would love to have you assist, Gavin.” Virginia stepped on the bar under the sink and began to scrub.
Gavin grinned, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of the scrub room. “Liar.”
“Pardon?”
“You don’t want me in your OR. I think you’ve had enough of me.”
“That’s true. You’ve been a thorn in my side since I hired you.”
He laughed. “I know.”
Virginia shook her hands and then grabbed some paper towel. “I would like to see you work, though. I haven’t had the chance to observe you, and the nurses tell me you’re a brilliant surgeon.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t think the nurses cared much for me.”
“They don’t.” She smirked. “You really need to work on remembering their names.”
“Not at the top of my priority.”
Virginia shook her head and moved towards the sliding door that separated the suite from the scrub room. “Make it a priority, Gavin. You’ll find things run a lot smoother if you do. Are you joining me?”
“I think I’ll pass, Dr. Potter. I may be needed in Trauma.”
“Virginia.” She shot him a smug smile and headed into surgery, both relieved and disappointed that he wasn’t joining her.
I should’ve gone into surgery with her.
Gavin was beating himself up over not taking the opportunity to sit in on a surgery with Virginia, the ice queen, even if it had been a routine one.
Emergency had been quiet. Eerily so. He’d resorted to charting, though secretly he was trying to learn the nurses’ names but couldn’t.
He could remember the most complicated procedure, but when it came to mundane, everyday things like dry-cleaning or remembering a name he couldn’t.
What was wrong with him?
Something was definitely wrong with him, because he’d turned down the chance to get to know Virginia by operating with her. She’d been so uptight every time they’d spoken, but this time there had been something different about her.
She was more relaxed, more receptive to gentle teasing.
He’d enjoyed his verbal repartee with her, even if it’d only been for a moment. Gavin had seen the twinkle in her eyes before she’d entered the operating room, that glint of humor, and he’d liked it.
And it had scared him.
He had no time to be thinking about women. The girls were his top priority.
“I won’t say what you’re thinking, because if I say it we’ll be bombarded with a bunch of trauma.”
Gavin looked up from his chart to see Dr. Rogerson leaning over the desk, grinning at him. Moira Rogerson was another trauma surgeon, but only a fellow as she’d just passed her boards.
“Pardon?” Gavin asked.
“You know, like how actors don’t say ‘Macbeth’ in the theater.”
“Oh, I get what you mean.”
ER physicians never remarked on a slow day. If they did it was bad juju and they’d have an influx of patients. Gavin returned to his charting, dismissing Moira.
At least he hoped it gave her the hint. The woman had been pursuing him like a lioness hunting a wounded wildebeest since he’d first set foot in the hospital.
“I was wondering if you’d like to grab a bite to eat with me after work?”
The lioness obviously couldn’t take a hint. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with her, she was pretty, intelligent and a brilliant surgeon, but he wasn’t interested in