glance at the yellow post it that had been stuck.
Memo:
Dr. O’Donnell,
It’s amazing what one kind find
out on Google.
Langley.
And just like that Lena found
herself smiling, smug bastard.
Chapter Six
F riday night came around quicker than Lena
expected. Although her days were long she was finding they were flying by and
before she knew it Shelly was calling her to meet up at O’Malley’s, a small
Irish pub just down the street from the hospital. Picking up her bag she
checked her make-up in the small mirror by the door and walked out. The air was
nice tonight, not bitingly cold, but cool enough to redden her cheeks. She
pulled her black mid-thigh coat on and tied it around the waist tucking her
blue scarf in at the neck before she headed down the street. When she got there
it was just around 9pm and the pub was jammed with locals. They had a house
band playing tonight and it was clear everyone was ready for the weekend. Lena
scanned the crowd and found Shelly sitting by the bar laughing with Liam, the
owner. She pushed her way through the sea of people to the spot that was vacant
for her then hitched herself up onto the stool.
“Well look who’s here. How you
doing tonight young Maggie?”
Lena smiled at the older man. “It’s
been a long week but I’m happy to be here about to drink one of your fine
ale’s.”
“Is that right?”
Smiling Lena nodded, “That’s right.
Start me off with the usual please Liam.”
He winked at her and squeezed Shelly’s hand then walked down the end of the
bar. Shelly turned to her, all smiles, and asked, “So how are you tonight
Maggie?”
Rolling her eyes at her friend she
reached out for a potato chip that was in front of her. “Don’t call me that. I
only let him do it because he is sweet and old.”
“And Irish!” she heard Liam yell
from just down the bar.
Grinning she crunched down on the
chip and nodded once, “Yes and Irish.”
Shelly laughed then picked up her
martini taking a sip before putting it back down.“Really though, how was your
week?”
“Pretty awful. I had the lovely
task of telling a lady her child had leukemia.”
Shelly grimaced and sighed. “See
that right there is exactly why I couldn’t work with children.”
Lena reached forward for some more
chips and was about to crunch down on them when she heard Shelly say softly,
“Holy shit.”
Frowning at her friend Lena turned
looking behind her and asked, “What?”
That question was answered the
minute her eyes landed on the front door of the pub, right where Mason Langley
was standing. Lena spun back around on her chair and hissed at Shelly. “What’s he doing here?”
Picking up her drink Shelly took a
quick sip. “How am I supposed to know?”
“Don’t play that innocent shit with
me, it wont work. How would he know to come here?”
Shelly placed her glass down and
admitted softly, “He called me.”
Lena’s mouth fell open and she sat
staring at her friend with nothing to say. Then she gathered her wits and asked
softly, “What do you mean he called you? For a date?”
Looking appalled Shelly shook her
head, “No! He called and asked for your number and when I told him no, he may
have asked me to get you to meet him here tonight. I didn’t think he would
actually show.” she finished lamely.
Groaning Lena shook her head and
took a gulp from the beer Liam had left in front of her. She’d just started to
accept the fact that maybe, just maybe, she’d been a little more obnoxious the
other night then she had intended and she’d been leaning toward going back and
apologizing to him. It had also been a good excuse to see him again, but to be
ambushed? Now that was something she was not ready for. Just as she was
trying to think of a good excuse to get up and leave, without killing her
friend , she felt him stop right behind her.
Mason had known she was going to be
mad. When he’d called Dr Shelly Monroe, she’d warned him how mad Lena would be,
but
Memo:
Dr. O’Donnell,
It’s amazing what one kind find
out on Google.
Langley.
And just like that Lena found
herself smiling, smug bastard.
Chapter Six
F riday night came around quicker than Lena
expected. Although her days were long she was finding they were flying by and
before she knew it Shelly was calling her to meet up at O’Malley’s, a small
Irish pub just down the street from the hospital. Picking up her bag she
checked her make-up in the small mirror by the door and walked out. The air was
nice tonight, not bitingly cold, but cool enough to redden her cheeks. She
pulled her black mid-thigh coat on and tied it around the waist tucking her
blue scarf in at the neck before she headed down the street. When she got there
it was just around 9pm and the pub was jammed with locals. They had a house
band playing tonight and it was clear everyone was ready for the weekend. Lena
scanned the crowd and found Shelly sitting by the bar laughing with Liam, the
owner. She pushed her way through the sea of people to the spot that was vacant
for her then hitched herself up onto the stool.
“Well look who’s here. How you
doing tonight young Maggie?”
Lena smiled at the older man. “It’s
been a long week but I’m happy to be here about to drink one of your fine
ale’s.”
“Is that right?”
Smiling Lena nodded, “That’s right.
Start me off with the usual please Liam.”
He winked at her and squeezed Shelly’s hand then walked down the end of the
bar. Shelly turned to her, all smiles, and asked, “So how are you tonight
Maggie?”
Rolling her eyes at her friend she
reached out for a potato chip that was in front of her. “Don’t call me that. I
only let him do it because he is sweet and old.”
“And Irish!” she heard Liam yell
from just down the bar.
Grinning she crunched down on the
chip and nodded once, “Yes and Irish.”
Shelly laughed then picked up her
martini taking a sip before putting it back down.“Really though, how was your
week?”
“Pretty awful. I had the lovely
task of telling a lady her child had leukemia.”
Shelly grimaced and sighed. “See
that right there is exactly why I couldn’t work with children.”
Lena reached forward for some more
chips and was about to crunch down on them when she heard Shelly say softly,
“Holy shit.”
Frowning at her friend Lena turned
looking behind her and asked, “What?”
That question was answered the
minute her eyes landed on the front door of the pub, right where Mason Langley
was standing. Lena spun back around on her chair and hissed at Shelly. “What’s he doing here?”
Picking up her drink Shelly took a
quick sip. “How am I supposed to know?”
“Don’t play that innocent shit with
me, it wont work. How would he know to come here?”
Shelly placed her glass down and
admitted softly, “He called me.”
Lena’s mouth fell open and she sat
staring at her friend with nothing to say. Then she gathered her wits and asked
softly, “What do you mean he called you? For a date?”
Looking appalled Shelly shook her
head, “No! He called and asked for your number and when I told him no, he may
have asked me to get you to meet him here tonight. I didn’t think he would
actually show.” she finished lamely.
Groaning Lena shook her head and
took a gulp from the beer Liam had left in front of her. She’d just started to
accept the fact that maybe, just maybe, she’d been a little more obnoxious the
other night then she had intended and she’d been leaning toward going back and
apologizing to him. It had also been a good excuse to see him again, but to be
ambushed? Now that was something she was not ready for. Just as she was
trying to think of a good excuse to get up and leave, without killing her
friend , she felt him stop right behind her.
Mason had known she was going to be
mad. When he’d called Dr Shelly Monroe, she’d warned him how mad Lena would be,
but
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