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What's Left of Me(11)
Author: Amanda Maxlyn

After what feels like twenty minutes of just sitting on the steps, Jason finally walks over and helps me the rest of the way down.

“Thank you,” I say as he helps me to the couch.

“No problem. What good would these muscles be if not to sweep pretty ladies off their feet?”

I laugh. I love Jason’s sense of humor and his ability to lighten any mood. My sister did well.

“Hey you. Good morning,” Genna says, walking in with a cup of coffee. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Please.”

“Coming right up.”

Looking at Jason, I ask, “What time are you heading in this morning?”

“A little later. Looks like Genna got called in to sub today, so I’ll be taking you to your lab appointment. Then I’ll head in. Parker is working my morning schedule into his.”

“Oh… That’s nice of you … and him.” Not only is Parker extremely good-looking, smart, and great in bed, he’s thoughtful too. Of course he is.

“Here you are.” Genna hands me the perfect cup of coffee.

I take a small sip and savor the hot, sweet, vanilla taste. It’s my first cup of coffee since last Wednesday, and man, does it tastes like heaven.

“Sorry I can’t stay home today. I feel awful, but I got called in. I might have to go in tomorrow too.”

“Don’t worry about it. I might just go hang at the office today after my lab draw.”

“Really?” they both ask at the same time.

“Well, I mean, I just thought it would give me something to do. I’m tired, but I really just need to get out. I don’t feel sick, so maybe I can just do some light desk work or something?” Maybe see Parker? “Nothing big,” I continue, “Just something I can do at my own pace in your office?” Like look at Parker? Wait … I don’t want to look at Parker. Do I? Yes, I do! “If that’s okay, Jason?” I give him a big toothy grin like a twelve year old.

“Yeah, I mean, sure. That would be great. You can definitely sit in my office. It’s quiet and private. No one will bother you. I have a few small items I definitely need help with.”

“Thanks.”

“Dre, are you sure you feel okay?” Genna asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Really.” I don’t know if I’m trying to convince her or myself, but I need to do something. I hate feeling defenseless. I want to be strong.

If I show it, then maybe I’ll feel it.

I have a quick lab appointment to check my white blood count, which comes back borderline good. Usually this is done right before your chemo treatment, but Dr. Olson requested I have one done five days after. She also wants my hemoglobin and iron checked, which come back okay. The nurse makes a call to Dr. Olson to double-check the numbers and to get an order for some medication to try before my next round of chemo to help with the nausea. She also got an order for something to swish in my mouth for the canker sores and to help prevent me from getting thrush—a yeast infection in my mouth. Nasty!

Dr. Olson is okay with my numbers and tells me the only time I’ll need lab draws again will be the mornings of each of my next treatments.

While waiting in the car for Jason to pick up my prescriptions, I attempt to apply some makeup. I need to hide the dark circles under my eyes and add a little color to my cheeks. By the time I’m done bringing some life back to my face, Jason is back.

“I called Shannon when I was in the pharmacy. She’s getting some charts together that need to be scanned into the new computer system. I asked if she could get everything hooked up in my office. I only have six appointments this afternoon, and then a small procedure to do, so as soon as I’m done, we’ll head out. Okay?”

“That sounds great. Thanks.”

“Oh, and no need to rush on the charts. Take your time. If you don’t feel up to it, don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

When we arrive at the clinic, Jason walks with me slowly toward his office, even though I tell him multiple times I’ve got it. Shannon calls from behind us that his one o’clock is ready to be seen. I convince him I’ll be okay, so he heads right into the exam room. When I pass by Parker’s office, I can’t help but look inside to see if he is there. When I see that the office is empty I find myself a little disappointed. As I turn my head away from the office and take a step down the hall, I smack right into a rock-hard chest, which makes me grunt in the most unflattering way possible.

“Looking for me?” His deep voice rumbles through me.

Peeling myself off him, I try to pretend I did not just grunt in front of him. Embarrassed, I try to play the situation off like nothing happened. “No, I was making my way to Jason’s office.”

“And, you thought you could get there by going through mine?”

“No. I was ju—”

“Looking for me.” He says it as a statement.

“No.”

“Uh, huh.”

“I wasn’t.”

“So I heard.” He just smirks at me.

I throw my hands in the air. “Fine! I was looking to see if you were here. Happy?”

“Very. And what may I help you with this beautiful afternoon?” There’s a smile in his voice, but his face turns all business before he continues in a serious manner. “Because if you’re looking to kiss me again then I’ll need to remember to keep breath mints on me for these chance encounters.”

I blush, which causes him to go into a full-fledged toothy smile. “Ugh, I wasn’t coming in here to kiss you!” Not that I would mind kissing you.

“If that’s what makes you sleep better at night, you go right ahead and keep telling yourself that.”

“I don’t want to kiss you, Parker.” I hope I sounded convincing. I so badly want to smile at him. I know he can’t see the canker sores in my mouth, but I’m still aware of their presence.

His mouth drops open, and his hand goes to his chest in a defensive manner.

“Oh, don’t act like I just wounded you,” I say as I push past him slowly and make my way into Jason’s office. Once I’m there, I start to pant, trying to catch my breath. That short distance just felt like a marathon, but I don’t let that stop the smile that so badly wants to come out.

“I would have made it worth your while!” he calls down the hallway, which causes my smile to grow bigger.

Jason is in the process of converting the practice to electronic records. I didn’t realize all the formalities a vet clinic takes in ensuring the privacy of its animal patients. I have to sign privacy forms indicating I won’t share or copy any of the information I’m seeing after I finish the proper paperwork to make me an official employee.

Shannon is extremely helpful, answering all my questions and showing me what needs to be scanned and where. After two hours, I’m ten charts in and finally getting the flow. Apparently, ten charts in two hours aren’t a lot, considering Shannon has done triple that amount. While I’m slowly working away, a light knock comes from the office door. I figure it is Shannon coming in again, so I don’t take my eyes off the computer screen or my hand off the mouse that is clicking away.

“That doesn’t look like scanning to me.”

I jump at the sound of the voice coming from over my shoulder. “Parker! You scared the shit out of me!”

He lets out a small laugh, making his way to the opposite side of the desk. I watch as he takes a seat, leaning back and putting his feet on the desk, making himself at home.

“I didn’t picture you as a hockey fan.”

“Excuse me?”

He points at the computer. “The Minnesota Wild website.”

“Oh, um, yeah, I’m a fan.” Why do I always sound incoherent around him? I can’t seem to think or speak clearly. And, to make matters worse, I blush easily. It’s as if I’m constantly on fire around him.

“Me too.”

“Really? I begged my parents to let me play when I was younger, but I couldn’t skate for the life of me, so I did the next best thing and became a fan.” I don’t know why I tell him that, but I can tell by the way he is smiling at me, that he wants to add to the conversation. It’s not one of his sexy I-want-you smiles, but the smile of a little boy who is excited about a new toy.

“I played all through middle and high school. Then, when I got to college, I did private league stuff around my schedule. I’m a Tampa Bay Lightning fan myself.”

“You just said you were a fan.”

“Yeah, of hockey. Not the Wild; Tampa.”

“What! Tampa? Come on.”

He sits up now, taking his feet off the desk. “Seriously. You’re going to give me crap about being a Tampa fan? At least we won a Stanley Cup. You can’t say that of your sweet Minnesota Wild.” His eyes challenge me for a response.

“Yeah, that may be true.”

“May be true? It is true, honey.”

“Okay, that is true, However, Lightning has had a lot more years to develop a team. Wild has only been around for, like, twelve years or so. Tampa has maybe ten years on them!”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. Twelve years is plenty of time to develop a team.”

What is up with calling me honey and sweetheart?

“No. You need good general managers to make a team stronger each year. It’s their job to find players that contribute to the team. To build the team up. With the Lightning being around much longer, I would expect them to have had the time to develop a strong team. But mark my words, the Wild will rank higher this year in our conference for playoffs then your Tampa in their conference.”

“Oh, baby. Something to know about me is that I love a good challenge and I never back down from a bet. I don’t lose. Ever.”

There is another one of those words: baby.

“It’s on.” I feel as if there is more behind our words than just the bet on hockey. His eyes are dancing with mine and his stupid grin is back. I know he’s thinking the same thing.

Parker winks at me before leaning back in the chair. “Tell me something else about yourself.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to get to know the new employee. Think of it as a delayed interview.”

I laugh. “Delayed interview?”

“Yes. I was informed when I was taken on that I would have a say in all hiring. I didn’t get much of a say when it came to you.”

“Is that so? Well, what would you say so far, Doctor Jackson?”

“So far, I’d say I like what I see. And hear. But I need to know more, so please, tell me about yourself.” The smile never leaves his face.

I blush. I have no idea why I can’t control it, but I feel the heat spread over my chest and I’m thankful for the t-shirt I’m wearing today so that he can’t see the red splotches forming.

Tell me about yourself. It’s the one question that is so open-ended I never know exactly what they are looking for or wanting to know. In an interview, it’s supposed to be about my work and educational experiences. In personal life, it can be anything.

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