Evie: You did NOT need to get me anything else.

We all exchanged joke gifts at graduation. Custom pens, stethoscope name tags, and #1 Doctor socks were some of the highlights.

Three dots appear immediately, which surprises me. He must be on his lunch break as well.

Logan: Don’t worry; it’s not a “girlfriend” gift.

Logan: Kind of a joke, but I think you’ll use it.

Logan: And it was custom, so I can’t return it.

Logan: Thought it got lost in the mail but just took a while to get forwarded to my new address.

Evie: You moved?

Logan: Yeah.

Logan: I’m in Back Bay now.

Damn. Mass General must pay its residents well.

I send him a wide-eyed emoji, which he likes, and then my address.

Evie: Thank you!

Evie: I’m sure I’ll love it.

“Wow. This soup is so bad.” Rose plops down in the seat opposite me with a bowl of the same tomato soup I’ve been mindlessly eating.

“It looked better than the chili,” I respond.

I don’t trust any meat served in the cafeteria. Hospitals aren’t known for their gourmet cuisine.

“True.” Rose circles my face with her spoon. “You look exhausted.”

“I am. Didn’t get much sleep.”

“Guy from the bar keep you up?” She wags her eyebrows at me.

In the short time I’ve known her, I’ve heard a lot about Rose’s sex life. She’s a sharer, and she has never seemed to care that I don’t reply in kind. I’m not sure if she’s realized it’s because I don’t have any stories to share. Or didn’t, rather.

“Yeah.”

Rose’s eyes light up. “Details! Was it good?”

The sex? “Yes.” The emotional aftermath? No. Not that I have anything to compare the first to.

“Ugh, I’m so jealous. He was hot.” Rose drops her spoon and reties her ponytail. “Do you think you’ll hook up with him again?”

Hell no. “Uh, I doubt it.”

“Why not? You should—oh, hello, soldier.”

Fuck.

Charleston General has the top physical therapy program in the country and often treats members of the military from the joint base or nearby Fort Jackson. Men and women in uniform aren’t a rarity here, but I have a bad feeling—mostly based on Rose’s delighted smile—before I turn around to see Gray walking into the cafeteria.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Rose gives me a proud grin. “Damn, Evie. He’s even hotter than I remember. I’d let that boy keep me up all night.”

“Don’t look,” I hiss at her. “I don’t want him coming over here.”

It’s too late though. I can already hear the heavy thud of approaching footsteps.

“Can I talk to you, Evie?”

My grip on the spoon tightens as I deliberately keep my eyes on Rose. “I’m actually busy, doing absolutely anything else.”