“BP is seventy over fifty.”
“We’re losing him,” Sandra said over the din of residents going about their work. She was glad she didn’t have to coddle her residents. They knew what they were doing. She stepped in and began to work her magic. This was the moment when she really shone—this was the kind of moment that she lived for.
Saving a life.
She wasn’t going to let Luke McIver die. He might have been foolish not wearing a seat belt, but she was going to save his life.
“I need five hundred ccs of saline stat!” she shouted over the din. She needed to raise his blood pressure so that they could stabilize him and she could find out what was going on inside. As another resident was hooking up the saline, she went over her ABCs of the patient and saw his pupils were still reactive and responsive.
Which was good.
They had a chance to save his life.
“BP is stabilizing,” Dr. Coombs said.
“Good.” Sandra stepped back. “Dr. Coombs, you can lead this trauma pod. Take the patient for CT scans. Look for a brain bleed and possible internal injuries. Page me when you have the results.”
Dr. Coombs nodded. “Yes, Dr. Fraser.”
Sandra pulled off her gloves and saw that Kody was still standing in the trauma pod. His blue eyes were fixed on the patient and it was the first time she noticed how stunningly blue his eyes really were.
Her pulse began to race, her blood heating, and she hoped she wasn’t blushing as she gazed deep into those eyes.
Get a grip on yourself, Sandra.
“You’re still here?” she asked.
Kody smiled, a dimple in his cheek. “You never released me, boss lady.”
Sandra rolled her eyes and jammed her yellow trauma gown and gloves into the medical waste bin beside him. “You’re excused.”
She walked out of the trauma pod, hoping that he didn’t follow, but he did.
“Why do you dislike me so much?” he asked.
She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. “What’re you talking about?”
The smile was gone. “I’m good at my job and I have a good rapport with people, but since you arrived at Rolling Creek, you just don’t seem to like me much.”
She sighed. “I don’t dislike you, Mr. Davis. I just prefer to keep things professional at work.”
Which was true. She was still trying to heal from the last time she’d let people in. It didn’t matter how lonely she was, this was for the best. Her walls were up to protect her heart.
“Ah, so that’s why you don’t really seem to have any friends,” he remarked.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “I’m not here to make friends, Mr. Davis. I’m here to save lives.”
The twinkle returned to his eyes. “Aren’t we all? But it doesn’t hurt to put a wee bit of a smile on your face every once in a while. You’re looking kind of pinched lately, boss lady.”
He tried to move past her, but she blocked his path. “Don’t call me that.”
“What?” he asked.
“Boss lady. I don’t... I don’t like it.” And she tried to keep her voice from trembling. Kody didn’t need to know how her ex-husband had called her something similar when she’d been promoted above him, and after she couldn’t get pregnant.
He’d blamed it all on her.
And she’d blamed a lot of her infertility on herself too, but he’d called her boss lady and that brought back too many painful memories. Memories she didn’t want to think about or be reminded about here in Austin.
She’d left San Diego four months ago to get away from all that. It had been two years since her divorce was finalized, but it had taken her that long to realize she really needed a fresh start. Austin was where she was born and put up for adoption, it was where her loving adoptive parents had found her, so she’d decided to come back to her roots for her new start.
This was supposed to be her fresh start and she’d learned from her past mistakes. She wasn’t going to let anyone in.
So she was half expecting Kody to brush off her concerns, as if they were nothing. It was a harmless name, wasn’t it? That was what she’d been told before when she’d told other people she didn’t like it.
“Come on, Sandra. We’re just joking. Can’t you take a joke?”
“I’m sorry,” Kody said softly, and she was surprised.
“What?” she asked, not quite believing him.
“I’m sorry that I called you boss lady. If I had known that, I would’ve never called you that.”
“Really?” she asked, surprised.
“Really. I’m sorry, Dr. Fraser.”
She didn’t know what to say and she was taken aback by his genuine sincerity. No one had ever apologized to her for that before because they all thought the supposed “joke” was harmless, but it hurt her.
“Sure. Of course I really mean it.” Kody smiled kindly at her. “You’re not the only one who didn’t like a nickname given to you as a joke.”
Heat bloomed into her cheeks. “I know you don’t like to be referred to as Mr. Davis, so I’m sorry for that too.”
Kody shook his head. “I don’t mind that. That’s nothing. Although, it does make me think of my father...but, yeah, I’m no stranger to nicknames that I feel aren’t appropriate, nicknames that hurt and are explained away. So, I’m sorry, Dr. Fraser. I hope this won’t ruin our working relationship?”
“No. It won’t. I appreciate your apology.” And she did.
Kody half smiled at her. “Good. I’ll see you later.”
He walked past her, down the hall toward the ambulance bay.
What just happened?
Something had changed there. He’d got past her walls. Got through her front line of defense and, even though it was the last thing that she’d wanted, she was glad.
Kody stopped and looked back and saw Dr. Fraser walking away. He hadn’t meant to hurt her—that was the last thing he’d ever wanted to do when he’d first seen her four months ago. He’d been taken aback by her beauty. Her dark brown hair, always pulled tightly back in a high ponytail, and those dark brown eyes that were keen. She never missed anything. The pink in her high cheekbones that always deepened when she was angry or annoyed or anything.
She hardly smiled. He’d never seen a true smile from her and that was why he always worked so hard to get one, but after a while he’d just thought that she had some pain in her past and he was no stranger to that.
Dr. Sandra Fraser intrigued him. She was a closed book and he wanted to peek inside. Although, he shouldn’t.
She was off-limits as far as he was concerned.
She turned and walked in the direction of the radiology floor. Probably because the patient’s CT scans were up, and Kody really hoped that the patient pulled through.
This was the only part of his job that he didn’t like, because he often didn’t know what happened beyond this point. He didn’t know what became of the patient.
“You should’ve become a doctor, then!”
Kody shook his sister Sally’s words