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Bouncing my eyebrows, I slipped out of my coat and rolled up a sleeve, brandishing a bronzed forearm. The darkened flesh was exaggerated against the white shirt. Then I slid my wedding band down, exposing a Caucasian-colored ring of skin.
"Sweet. Did Mrs. Doctor have a good time?"
"She did," I said, as I crossed the lobby to a wall-mounted keypad and punched in the security code. "She seemed anxious to return home, though. Maybe ten days in paradise was too much."
I glanced back at Michelle. She hadn't heard me. She was on the phone. She wouldn't call after I told her not to, would she?
I shook my head, then entered the bright, but quiet ER, tossing my coat across an abandoned section of counter space. I decided to wait for Canahan in his call room. Just as I rounded the "L"-shaped corner and reached for the door handle to that fateful room, someone feverishly called my name.
"Dr. Lassiter." The ER charge nurse on duty that night dropped the phone and sprang from behind the nurse's station.
"Hi, Carolyn." I kept moving forward.
"Paul, wait!" She cried.
I already had the cold metal in my grasp and pulled the door open. Carolyn clasped both hands to her mouth.
It seemed our young resident had returned from his coffee run under the nurse's radar...or he'd never left and they'd been protecting him. He lay on the bed, naked. A female, facing away from the door and equally naked, straddled him in the vicinity of his chin.
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