I didn’t know. I didn’t want to deal with Aaron. It was in my past, and that was where I wanted it to stay. If I went to the board about him, it was going to open a can of worms I didn’t want.
I had learned that Bailey did go on a date with Aaron, and she said he was a perfect gentleman. He picked her up, pulled out her chair, paid for her dinner, and didn’t even try to kiss her when he dropped her off. They had plans to go on another date, but Bailey said they had nailed down a date yet.
I’ll talk to Chuck on Monday.
Call me when you get off work, doc.
Later, Easy.
I shoved my phone in my pocket and logged out of the computer.
Part of me wished I hadn’t told Easy about Aaron. With all things considered, since he had started working at the hospital, I hadn’t seen Aaron except for the time in the elevator.
Bailey said he worked nights, and since I wasn’t filling in down in the ER anymore, I wouldn’t see him.
Maybe Aaron had learned his lesson, and he was a changed man.
Maybe.
Easy believed that even if Aaron was a changed man, he still needed to pay for what he had done to me.
And maybe he did, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the person to deliver it to him. I had moved on, and I didn’t want to live in the past.
Chapter Twenty
Easy
BIRDIE TIPPED HER HEAD back and smiled. “How do you feel?” she asked.
“Like a free man.”
She stepped close to me and rested her hand on my chest. “Looks like you can take me out to chase those sunsets you tell me about.”
I cupped her cheek in my hand and wrapped my arm around her waist. “Your next day off, you and me.”
She pressed a kiss to my lips and sighed. “I need to get back to work. Dr. Gus was longwinded today.”
“I still could barely understand a word he said.”
Birdie shrugged. “I’m okay with it because it gives me an excuse to spend time with you.”
“You don’t ever need an excuse to spend time with me, Doc. All of my minutes are yours if you want them.”
A soft smile curved her lips upward. “I’ll take them all.” She pushed up in her tiptoes, and pressed a hot, smoldering kiss to my lips.
“You’re coming over after work,” I growled.
“You couldn’t keep me away if you wanted to,” she whispered.
Birdie didn’t make it hard to spend time with her. That was all I wanted to do.
“Later, Doc.” I pressed one last kiss to her lips and watched her get on the elevator.
“Easy,” Dad called.
I had spotted him the second we had stepped out of Dr. Gus’s office, but Birdie hadn’t.
“What’s up?” I asked.
