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attempting any more ambushes like he did tonight on the dance floor.
    Military… Pfffft . That doesn’t scare me. I can handle a Marine any day of the week.
    Marines.
    Men in uniform.
    James in uniform.
    Well, that definitely does something for me…
    Ah, fuck.
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    “Occasionally getting women riled up is worth the hassle.
    There is no denying the fact that angry fucking is the best kind of fucking.” - James
     
    I manage to get out of the OR earlier than expected. I’m exhausted and starving. One hip replacement, two ACL repairs, and one reconstruction of a shattered ankle are more than enough for one day. I walk into Trent’s office to find him peering down at his laptop, his brow furrowed intensely.
    “Don’t look too serious there, Dr. Hamilton, or you might start looking like an actual surgeon,” I say as I sit down in the worn leather chair that faces his desk. He really needs to update his office. His aversion to giving the appearance that he has money is something his frugal ass needs to get over.
    He doesn’t even take the time to glance up from his laptop before responding. “James, I wish you were actually funny.” Trent finally pulls his eyes away from the screen and leans back in his chair, his arms resting behind his head. “What brings your ugly mug into my office?”
    “Lunch?”
    He checks his watch and notes the time. It’s already two, but I can guarantee his ass hasn’t left his office. “Am I going to have to listen to you commiserate about a certain nurse?”
    “Fuck you. Let’s go. I’m driving.” I stand up and pulled the keys out of my pocket.
    “No way. I’ll drive. I’ve got Ellie’s Mustang.” He grins wide then grabs his suit jacket from the back of his chair and heads for the door.
    We make our way out of his office and I hop in the passenger’s seat of one of the sweetest muscle cars I have ever laid eyes on. Ellen has fantastic taste in transportation, and I can understand why Trent would want to drive this bad ass Shelby Mustang around.
    “How in the hell did you manage to get the Shelby today?” I ask incredulously. Even I know that car is Ellen’s pride and joy.
    Trent revs the engine loudly. The tires squeal as he pulls out of the parking lot. “I didn’t really manage it, per se. I left the house before she did and I’m sure there will be hell to pay when I get home tonight.” He chuckles quietly as he switches lanes on the main road, the engine purring when he accelerates past a minivan to hop onto the highway. “I have a feeling there’s going to be some serious angry-fucking tonight and I can’t wait.”
    I chortle and shake my head as I glance out the window. “Do you do shit like this just to get Ellen riled up?”
    Trent doesn’t even humor me with a response. Just a simple laugh and a knowing grin are answer enough. He continues to speed down the highway, and the speedometer indicates we’re cruising at around ninety. That’s the dangerous thing about cars like these. There’s just no way to actually drive the speed limit when you’re behind the wheel. I mentally convince myself that my next purchase will be a vehicle with enough horsepower to vibrate my ass and threaten to botch my clean record with speeding tickets.
    We finally reach our destination—a small local eatery called Mabie’s that I’ve found has the best Reuben sandwiches I’ve ever tasted. We find a small booth and order without perusing the menu. A young waitress whose nametag reads Ally delivers our drinks with an obvious sashay in her hips. She’s blond, cute, and nicely stacked. If my head weren’t filled with thoughts of Amy, I might have actually paid attention to her.
    “So you’ve been in Charlotte for a while now… Are you happy with your crazy-ass decision to move here?” Trent inquires as he adjusts the cutlery on the table.
    I chuckle slightly. “Yeah, I really like it here. I fell in love with Charlotte when I did my residency at