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Even when he wanted to, sometimes.
“Don’t. I’m not in the mood today,” Renato said. He leaned back in his desk chair, then reached for his coffee. It was tepid, but at least it was better than the shit they had in the break room or in the doctors’ mess. He’d die before he drank from one of those little pods.
“When are you ever in the mood?” Foster asked with a small grin. He sauntered over and plopped down in a chair, uninvited. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Renato was never good at playing dumb, but he never stopped trying. “About what?”
“Don’t make me say his name. I don’t want to see that look on your face,” Foster said.
Renato lifted a brow and kept his expression neutral.
“Yeah, that face,” Foster said with a scoff.
Okay, so maybe he didn’t have a great poker face either, but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing for a surgeon. “I’m sure you know the answer to that is no.”
Foster laughed and reached over, snatching the mug from Renato’s hands and taking a sip before choking. “God, this is sludge.”
“No, it’s decent, but you’re used to garbage,” Renato said. He didn’t bother taking the cup back. He didn’t drink after people—not even his friends. “But since we’re not here to talk about That Nurse?—”
“I swear to God, I can hear you capitalize those words,” Foster said with a bigger smile. “You two should just fuck and get it over with.”
Renato’s stomach swooped. The very idea horrified him. Not because Frey was unattractive. He was probably one of the most attractive men he’d ever set eyes on. He was the complete opposite of Grady, which was strangely appealing. But he was obnoxious.
And childish.
And…
“It’ll probably do you some good,” Foster said. “I haven’t had the urge to kiss a man his age since I found my first grey hair, but I’d definitely suck a younger dick if it was his. He’s so fucking pretty.”
“That is sexual harassment,” Renato snapped.
Foster laughed. “Is it if he gives it away to any dude on the floor who bats their eyelashes at him?”
Renato’s stomach twisted in a different way this time. He felt a hot bubble of rage at his friend because while Frey crawled under his skin like no one ever could, there was no need to talk about him like that. Frey was a young, attractive, single man. He had every right to sleep with anyone willing.
“Sorry,” Foster mumbled. “I forgot who I was talking to. Eight years without a husband, and you’re still so married.”
His throat got hot, and he glanced away. “I’m busy.”
“I’m not trying to be a dick?—”
“Yes, you are,” Renato said. “You’re always trying to be a dick.”
“Pot, meet kettle,” Foster said as he stood.
Renato frowned at him. “I don’t understand that.”
Foster rolled his eyes. “It means you’re a fucking hypocrite. You’re the one who tried to get him fired for no reason.”
“No reason? He drew a massive penis on my patient,” Renato growled, and his glare deepened when Foster burst into a fit of laughter. “It’s not a joke. This is a hospital. That patient could sue us?—”
“Rumor has it the guy did it to himself.”
Renato blinked at him. “Why would he do such a thing?”
Foster snorted and shook his head as he set the coffee down and headed back for the door. “Because not everyone has a permanent stick lodged up their ass like you. Have a good shift. I hope you don’t get your wish because you know he’s the best fucking nurse we have on this floor.”
Renato’s heart sank to his feet. He’d reported the incident because that was the responsible thing to do—and the legal thing, considering he’d kicked Frey out of the surgery. But he hadn’t wanted him to be fired. A short reprimand would do the trick to keep him from doing anything else like that again.
