interested.” He told her the same thing at least once a week.
“Of course you are. Look, Sam. I know you love your work, but you can’t marry it. You’re young, you’re single and you have to live a little. Just because it didn’t work out with bitch-face what’s-her-name, it doesn’t mean you can spend every waking hour at the hospital.”
“Her name is Dena, and she isn’t a bitch, she just wasn’t right for me.” Sam would know. They’d spent a year together, but things hadn’t worked out.
Maybe because Dena wasn’t Molly?
“Besides, I’m not married to my work. I have some tough cases at the moment. They’re time-consuming.”
Ruth poo-poohed him. “Your patients are always time-consuming. I haven’t had a conversation with you in the last three years when you haven’t had a complicated case. What is it this time? A rare neural disease no one’s ever heard of? A spinal injury from a car accident? Oh, no, don’t tell me. The prime minister’s son has a headache, and she’ll only consider a consultation with Sydney’s top neurologist.”
She never mentioned muscular dystrophy. Like Sam, she wasn’t ready to poke fun at it.
Sam laughed at her. “The prime minister doesn’t have children, stupidhead.”
“Doesn’t matter. You treat every patient like he or she is royalty.” She put out a placatory hand. “Which is great, by the way—for the patient. It just means you don’t have any form of a social life whatsoever, because you’re too busy catering to royalty. But that’s okay. Little Ruthie is taking care of everything. Including your next date.” She pushed the sheet of paper back at Sam. “Jill is available tomorrow night, by the way. And she loves sushi, as do you. See? A match made in heaven.”
“Anyone with taste buds loves sushi,” Sam pointed out.
“She has a great body, Sammy. Works out five times a week. That’s where I met her. At the gym.”
“If she’s as wonderful as she sounds, why don’t you date her?”
Ruth stared at him as if he were daft. “Because, stupidhead, I have this silly little prerequisite when it comes to the people I date. I prefer them male.”
“Well, maybe I do too.” Sam said it for no other reason than to sidetrack his sister from her very determined matchmaking.
Ruth’s laughter echoed off the walls of his office. “Yeah, right. I remember when Cody asked if you’d ever consider kissing a man, and when he puckered up, all ready to initiate you into his world, you turned positively green.”
Sam grimaced. Ruth and Cody, her gay BFF, had found it hilarious. Him? Not so much. He shrugged off the memory. “Maybe I’ve changed since then.”
Ruth snorted.
“Okay, I haven’t changed since then. I still like women.” One woman in particular.
“Good. Guess what? Jill is a woman. Big coincidence, huh?”
“Huge.” Sam rolled his eyes. He lifted his phone and dialed.
“Really?” Ruth demanded. “You’re phoning someone while I’m here?”
Molly answered after one ring. “Yes, Dr. Sherman?”
“Miss Molly, can you please do me a favor?”
“Anything you want.” The sound of her voice sent a pleasurable wave through him.
“Molly’s too small to physically remove me from your office,” Ruth warned, predicting his next move.
Sam ignored her. “Can you please make a note to bar Ruth from my rooms?” he asked Molly. “Forever.”
“Sure thing, Doc. I’ll add it to the list of all the other instructions she pointedly ignores.”
Sam had no doubt Molly not only kept a list of his instructions, but she and Ruth laughed over them every time his sister popped in for a visit.
“Thank you. Could you also get Masters on the phone? Ask if he can head down to my rooms immediately.”
Ruth huffed in indignation. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Tell him it’s an emergency.”
“Is it about Allan’s surgery?” Molly asked.
“Oh, no.” Sam grinned evilly at his sister. “It’s more urgent than that.
“Of course you are. Look, Sam. I know you love your work, but you can’t marry it. You’re young, you’re single and you have to live a little. Just because it didn’t work out with bitch-face what’s-her-name, it doesn’t mean you can spend every waking hour at the hospital.”
“Her name is Dena, and she isn’t a bitch, she just wasn’t right for me.” Sam would know. They’d spent a year together, but things hadn’t worked out.
Maybe because Dena wasn’t Molly?
“Besides, I’m not married to my work. I have some tough cases at the moment. They’re time-consuming.”
Ruth poo-poohed him. “Your patients are always time-consuming. I haven’t had a conversation with you in the last three years when you haven’t had a complicated case. What is it this time? A rare neural disease no one’s ever heard of? A spinal injury from a car accident? Oh, no, don’t tell me. The prime minister’s son has a headache, and she’ll only consider a consultation with Sydney’s top neurologist.”
She never mentioned muscular dystrophy. Like Sam, she wasn’t ready to poke fun at it.
Sam laughed at her. “The prime minister doesn’t have children, stupidhead.”
“Doesn’t matter. You treat every patient like he or she is royalty.” She put out a placatory hand. “Which is great, by the way—for the patient. It just means you don’t have any form of a social life whatsoever, because you’re too busy catering to royalty. But that’s okay. Little Ruthie is taking care of everything. Including your next date.” She pushed the sheet of paper back at Sam. “Jill is available tomorrow night, by the way. And she loves sushi, as do you. See? A match made in heaven.”
“Anyone with taste buds loves sushi,” Sam pointed out.
“She has a great body, Sammy. Works out five times a week. That’s where I met her. At the gym.”
“If she’s as wonderful as she sounds, why don’t you date her?”
Ruth stared at him as if he were daft. “Because, stupidhead, I have this silly little prerequisite when it comes to the people I date. I prefer them male.”
“Well, maybe I do too.” Sam said it for no other reason than to sidetrack his sister from her very determined matchmaking.
Ruth’s laughter echoed off the walls of his office. “Yeah, right. I remember when Cody asked if you’d ever consider kissing a man, and when he puckered up, all ready to initiate you into his world, you turned positively green.”
Sam grimaced. Ruth and Cody, her gay BFF, had found it hilarious. Him? Not so much. He shrugged off the memory. “Maybe I’ve changed since then.”
Ruth snorted.
“Okay, I haven’t changed since then. I still like women.” One woman in particular.
“Good. Guess what? Jill is a woman. Big coincidence, huh?”
“Huge.” Sam rolled his eyes. He lifted his phone and dialed.
“Really?” Ruth demanded. “You’re phoning someone while I’m here?”
Molly answered after one ring. “Yes, Dr. Sherman?”
“Miss Molly, can you please do me a favor?”
“Anything you want.” The sound of her voice sent a pleasurable wave through him.
“Molly’s too small to physically remove me from your office,” Ruth warned, predicting his next move.
Sam ignored her. “Can you please make a note to bar Ruth from my rooms?” he asked Molly. “Forever.”
“Sure thing, Doc. I’ll add it to the list of all the other instructions she pointedly ignores.”
Sam had no doubt Molly not only kept a list of his instructions, but she and Ruth laughed over them every time his sister popped in for a visit.
“Thank you. Could you also get Masters on the phone? Ask if he can head down to my rooms immediately.”
Ruth huffed in indignation. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Tell him it’s an emergency.”
“Is it about Allan’s surgery?” Molly asked.
“Oh, no.” Sam grinned evilly at his sister. “It’s more urgent than that.
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