Ian sent Helene an email thanking her for the evening. But he didn’t suggest another date. He told himself he should. Bree told him he should. And yet, he didn’t.
A few days afterwards, he got a call from Chrissie while he was at the hospital.
“What is it?” he asked gruffly, since he was in the midst of studying an MRI of a patient’s left hemisphere. Interruptions at work always threw him off.
“You know, if you don’t wish to be disturbed, you don’t have to answer the phone,” she said mildly, unfazed by his rudeness.
“Sorry. I’m just in the middle…” It occurred to him that she was right. “Good point. But now that I did answer, what’s going on?”
“I’ll spare you the flirting lesson that says you should sound just a little bit happier to hear from your flirtee.”
But what if your flirtee
