“She’ll have to wait until Abernathy is finished.”
“It would be better if she didn’t.”
“Ah, I get it. A VIP?”
“Dr. Donovan would think so.”
How typical, Sierra thought with some disgust. He’s busy flirting with every woman he meets, but he has a girlfriend—a very important girlfriend—waiting in the wings.
“I think you should talk to her before she sees him,” Roma continued. “Prepare her for what he looks like.”
Imagining a blonde bimbo falling apart and weeping over him because he wouldn’t be able to take her dancing for a few weeks, Sierra grimaced. She glanced inside the trauma room and saw Abernathy continuing his joint manipulation. “Okay. Where is she?”
