surprised that Dr. Napier never told me who his mother is.”
“Now, that you’ll have to ask Dr. Napier about. I doubt you’ll get any answers from him, though. He’s a private person. I don’t even know why he keeps it to himself, but I respect his wishes.” Dr. Chang finished scrubbing up and then left the scrub room, tossing her surgical cap in a receptacle on the way out.
Mindy finished her scrubbing and headed out too.
There were many more layers to Dr. Samuel Napier than met the eye. In the course of her career she’d met other physicians who’d had famous parents in the medical field and they had been quite proud to boast about that. Yet Sam didn’t really talk about his mother much. He’d mentioned his father and family in Scotland with fondness, but nothing about his mother.
Don’t pry.
She didn’t want people to know about her humiliation in California.
That was her business and apparently Sam wanted to keep his secret about his mother private too and she respected that.
Besides, who was she to go prying? She was just an attending at the hospital he worked at and she was just someone he’d slept with once.
They weren’t friends; they were no longer lovers. If he’d wanted to tell her about his mother, he would’ve.
Mindy scrubbed her hand over her face and headed toward her office, where she could dictate a report of the successful delivery of Ms. Bayberry’s mono-amniotic twins while it was still fresh in her mind.
As she passed the skills lab, she could see someone hunched over a simulated womb, trying to insert a needle through to the fetus. Of course he was failing, because the sensors were going off and Sam was cursing in a very thick Scottish brogue.
Just leave him.
Only she couldn’t. She was his teacher after all.
“Bloody hell.”
“Is something wrong?” Mindy asked, as she shut the door to the skills lab behind her.
Sam glanced up. “Sorry, Dr. Walker. Did you need the skills lab?”
“No, no. I just happened to be walking by after Ms. Bayberry’s surgery and saw you in here. Is everything okay? You didn’t stay for the whole surgery.”
“I’m fine. Once I saw the twins were going to make it, I left. My shift was over.”
“Why didn’t you go home?”
Sam shrugged. “It’s lonely at home and I thought I would practice some other skills.”
Mindy nodded and headed over to him. “Is there a particular reason you’re cursing at this simulation?”
“Just a wee bit frustrated.”
“Here, I can help.” Mindy placed her hand over his and then paused, removing her hand. “How about I show you?”
“Aye, that would be good.” Sam handed her the catheter and needle and stood, moving out of the way so she had access to the simulation on the table.
Once again Mindy was very aware that Sam was standing very close to her. Why did she keep putting herself in the way of temptation?
Because you’re weak.
“It requires a certain bit of skill to do this. The womb is strong but fragile, as is the life it holds inside. Are you watching?”
“Aye.” Sam leaned in closer.
“Good.” Mindy cleared her throat and then proceeded to show Sam how to do the procedure. “Keep your hands steady but firm. One wrong move…”
“I know. Can you do that again?” he asked.
“Of course.” She removed the needle and reset the simulation. As she prepared to show him again, his hands slipped over hers, causing a zing of excitement to course through her as she recalled the way those strong hands had felt on her body, in her hair. “What’re you doing?”
“I want to feel. Do you mind?”
Yes.
“No.” Mindy’s voice caught in her throat as the words came out. “Not at all.”
His touch made her tremble slightly but she regained control of herself. The last thing she wanted to do was mess up the procedure or let Sam know how he affected her.
“Amazing,” Sam whispered, his hot breath fanning her neck, causing gooseflesh to break out on her skin and down her back.
“It is. Do you want to try again?”
“Yes.” He moved away from her and she got up. Sam took her place and she reset the simulation.
“You can do it.” Mindy stood back and watched the monitors as Sam expertly copied the procedure. “See, I knew you could do it.”
Sam nodded. “Thanks for your help, Mindy.”
She frowned. “I don’t think—”
“I know. You don’t think I should be using your first name, but in the last month you’re the person I’ve talked to most and I believe I am your only friend in New York.”
“We’re friends?” Mindy asked.
Sam smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “I’d like to think so. We can be friends, can’t we? Coworkers can be friends. Just as long as you don’t show me favoritism, we’re okay.”
Mindy chuckled. “Yeah, I think we can be friends, Dr. Napier.”
“Sam.”
“Sam.” It felt right to say it again, but also wrong. She couldn’t let him in. She was afraid.
“I’d just ask when we’re on duty for you to call me Dr. Napier. The whole favoritism thing.”
“That really bothers you.”
“What does?” he asked.
“People thinking you’re getting preferential treatment.”
“Aye. It does.”
“I know it does. Your accent thickens.”
He grinned. “You are getting to know me well.”
I tried not to. Only she didn’t say that thought out loud.
“Well, that’s what friends are for. Though I’m surprised you don’t have many friends who are residents.”
“I do, but they’re not in my specialty and some have moved away.”
“Oh, really? I never see them around.”
Sam shrugged. “They’re all busy with their own lives. I live with several of them in Brooklyn. I see them when I head back to my flat.”
“I’m surprised you leave the hospital. I swear you live here.”
“I could say the same for you, except I have seen your apartment.” Then he frowned. “Sorry, Mindy. I didn’t mean…”
Heat flushed her cheeks at the reminder that he’d been to her place. Slept in her bed…well, not exactly slept in her bed.
“I’ve been busy here. Consults, surgeries. I can’t really set my own hours, like I did in my private practice.”
Sam nodded. “When are you off next?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Me too.” Sam stood. “As a thank-you for helping me in the simulation lab I’d like to take you on a little tourist jaunt of New York City.”
“A jaunt?” She asked. “Why?”
“You say that like I’m offering