Chapter 3The rest of the week turned out to be uneventful, but Saturday morning Marcus and I had to deal with a big crash on the 405 and multiple injuries to treat and transfer.
By the time I was headed home, later than I had hoped for, I was exhausted, and almost sent Arthur a text postponing dinner. Three things stopped me. One, I was looking forward to seeing him; two, I had Sunday off so I could rest then; and three, he’d probably bought food to prepare a meal, and I really didn’t think it would be cool to cancel on him at the last minute.
So first thing I did was get right into the shower to let the hot steamy water wash away my sore muscles, exhaustion, and grouchiness.
After pulling on my most comfortable pair of jeans and pairing it with a long-sleeved burgundy T-shirt, I texted
