Page 2 of Quinton's Quest

“Talk to Marlena. She’s got a soft spot for you.”

Marlena was the administrator of the nursing rotations. And yeah, she did have a sweet spot for me. “I’m on surgical rotation this week.”

“Maybe yoursurgeonwon’t have any surgeries.” She tossed her apple core into the compost bin. “Exactly what made him the best-slash-worst one-night stand ever?” She rinsed her hands in the sink and washed them thoroughly.

I closed my left eye in deep contemplation.I always tell Luciaeverything.Why stop now?

Because it’s embarrassing? Annoying? Makes me look childish?

Yeah, except when has that ever stopped me?

I put my hands on my hips. “We met up at the gay bar in Langley.”

She dried her hands. “And? Nothing you haven’t done before.”

“He got a hotel room for us.”

“Did you at least talk first or did you just move straight to fucking?”

I huffed. Semi-indignantly.

She raised an eyebrow.

“We talked.” A tad defensive? Yep.

“And you told him you were a nurse at Abbotsford Hospital, and he told you he was the new surgeon, and you were so excited to realize you’d be working together that you what? Just fell into bed together?”

I pursed my lips.

“Did you lie?”

I shook my head.

“Did he lie?”

“He didn’t tell me the truth.”

She laughed. “And you didn’t volunteer your life story either. Was he a bad shag?”

I held back the laugh. “No. Best fuck all year.”

“Uh, Quinton, it’s the beginning of February.”

“Well—” I tried not to replay the amazing sex in my life.

“Oh-ho.” She rested her hip against the counter. “So are you lying to me, to yourself, or to both?”

“Both?” I might’ve squeaked that.

“How good?”

“Lucia.” I hissed that.

“You’re saying he was the best lay this year. I’m thinking a lot longer than that.”

She wasn’t wrong. I was someone who loved to party. That said, I didn’t go home with every guy I met. “Okay…like really talented.”

“So just good in the sack? No personality? Butt ugly?”