❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Get your ass back here, Altman!” Callie called with a chuckle, jogging after the blond and hooking her arm through the cardio surgeon’s.
“I know. Besides, She’s already made her
way through most of the Derm lackeys. If
she hasn’t banged her already, she doesn’t
have a shot.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” Teddy winked tauntingly. “Now, are you going to let me go, or is this little girl with a heart tumor going to have to w a i t ?”
“Don’t worry, Cal — I’m sure your
vagina can stand it. You’re a trooper!”