DEION
Four months later…
I blinked awake and immediately reached an arm to my left. My hand met cold sheets but I could still smell her on them.
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DEION
I watched from across the ER as Whit pressed her back to the wall, ripping off her gloves and dropping her head for a few beats to catch her breath.
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WHIT
Just look at them.
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DEION
My car’s wheels crunched over the shell-covered driveway as I eased to a stop. The air was brisk… that in-between kind of autumn that still carried whispers of summer, but no promise it would return anytime soon. The sun was high, spilling light over my childhood home.
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WHIT
Damn, I was mad.
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DEION
Peering into her glassy eyes always sent me over the edge, even when I wanted to stay inside her a little longer.
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WHIT
I twisted my head on the emerald suede cushion to focus on the coffee table an arm’s length away. My phone lit up. Deion. I pressed my tongue to my cheek and let it buzz itself quiet. Then it rang again.
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DEION
I liked her in my bed. Loved her here, actually.
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WHIT
I inhaled a deep breath when I saw Jazzy through the diner’s window, walking down the block toward me.
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DEION
The ringing of my phone on the nightstand dragged me up. Last night flooded back—and so did the weight of Whit on my arm. Two nights ago there was a whole ocean between us.
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WHIT
“I need you to talk me out of doing something really stupid,” I said into the phone as I padded the floors, pacing back and forth. “Like, quickly.”
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DEION
“My God,” Whit whispered as she damn near pressed her face to my passenger window. “This place…”
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WHIT
“Oh, hey!” I said to one of BBMC’s attending doctors, Dr. Malik Harlan.
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DEION
A soft glow to my right caught my attention. And when I glanced that way, I did a double take at Whit who walked through the front door of the brownstone, closing the door behind her. As she made her way down the stoop, I opened my car door to step out.
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WHIT
The diner’s door handle was in my hand as my eyes dropped to my wristwatch.
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DEION
I placed my badge against the door scanner and listened for the beep to turn the handle. The moment I walked through, it was like stepping into another world.
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WHIT
“Ms. Lourdes,” I said as I entered the room, her eyes meeting mine. My patient, Lourdes James, turned her attention from her sister and focused on me.
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DEION
As soon as I turned into the hospital’s parking lot, the roar of my motorcycle’s engine echoed in a hollow song around me.
I ripped through the open space, leaned into the turn, then eased off the throttle and squeezed the front brake, guiding the bike into a smooth slide into my reserved parking spot.
Through my helmet’s visor, I spotted a group of nurses who made me their focus in their huddle.
I called them the smokers’ circle. They were often gathered in the same spot every night I arrived for my shift.
Coincidence? Nah. It never was when it came to me and nurses.
Once I turned off the bike’s engine and kicked down its side stand, I pulled off my helmet and glanced their way, running my palm over my fade and short locs.
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WHIT
The door to the diner seemed heavier today. Was it actually weighted? Who knows. Between my head and my heart, everything just seemed heavy.
I can’t believe we’re already on the fifth serialized romance on Brookelynite Daily, but here we are! And with this one, I’m fully leaning into my Grey’s Anatomy dreams, y’all. 🩺✨
It’s packed with some fan-favorite tropes you’re going to love:
✔️Medical romance
✔️Second chance romance
✔️Fake dating / Forced proximity
✔️He fell first (and harder)
✔️Light enemies to lovers
✔️Witty banter + mutual pining
