CHAPTER 7
Over the next couple of days, I navigate work the best I can, considering that the news that Jonathan invited one of the neuroradiologists, a super pretty brunette named Lyndsey, out for coffee quickly makes its way down to me on the first floor.
“At least Dr. America asked for a pause before he spit game at somebody else.” Sierra tries to console me after she tells me the latest gossip. “I guess that’s kind of considerate.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I agree, even though I’m feeling pretty dumb for losing my doctor boyfriend because I’m terrible at s*x and couldn’t bring myself to disavow Ant.
Luckily, I have the criminal who shouldn’t currently be in my bed to distract me from how bad I messed up with Jonathan.
He mostly sleeps while I’m at home. Thank goodness. Also, that lets me k
