Beyond Broken by Kristin Vayden

Author:Kristin Vayden [Vayden, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

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The rest of the morning went by in a blur as I kept remember Greyson’s words, and his kiss. As I entered the cafeteria, I noticed Dr. Solomon sitting by the large window overlooking the grounds. When he saw me he lifted his spoon into the air before swooping down and taking a huge portion of ice cream. He slowly put it in his mouth and closed his eyes. I laughed at his overplayed antics and shook my head. He grinned at me and motioned for me to come over. I lifted a finger, asking him to wait and got my lunch.

“Holy Wednesday,” I stated as I sat my tray down opposite of his.

“Holy Wednesday… amen.” Dr. Solomon winked then finished the last bite of his melted sundae. “My favorite day of the week.”

“Apparently.” I chuckled as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“So how was your morning?” Dr. Solomon asked as he wiped his face with a thin paper napkin.

Amazing and bittersweet. “Good. How was yours?”

“Great, great. Hey, a few of us are getting together this weekend.” He shifted slightly in his seat, as if slightly nervous. “We’re just going to get away for the day. I have a house down on the beach about an hour away. It will be a barbeque, volleyball, just something fun to alleviate all the… stress of the job, you know? I’ve invited a few of the doctors and nurses. And you have a roommate too, right? You can bring her, if you want.”

He glanced down, his clear blue eyes hesitant, unsure.

“I’ll ask Bekah.” I shrugged, noncommittally. If Greyson were gone, then a distraction would be welcome.

“Great!” Dr. Solomon nodded then stood, taking his tray. “I’ll give you my address and phone number, just in case.” He dumped his tray in the garbage just next to where we were sitting and pulled a pad of paper and pen from his pocket. In neat handwriting, he gave me the information. My eyes were still focused on the neat writing. Didn’t doctors always have horrible handwriting? Yet somehow it fit his personality. Focused, disciplined, as evident by his Holy Wednesday ritual.

“Thanks.” I took the paper and folded it up, putting it in my scrub pocket.

“Hopefully you’ll make it.” He flashed me a grin then walked away.

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