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longer and for a brief second I thought maybe he
regretted flirting with me.
    “How did you
tell Mr. Wilson without letting it show that his
wife ’ s death bothered you? ”
    “I
couldn ’ t. A tear gave me away. ” Okay, he admitting
that he wasn ’ t strong was so sexy.
My insides turned into a warm jelly.
    His hand was
resting on the table and I covered it with mine, “ Thanks, it feels better to know it ’ s okay to cry,
and that you felt the same. ” There was nothing
more attractive to me in the moment than this strong man who
wasn ’ t afraid to cry.
    We finished our lunch and headed back to the
hospital. Our relationship with one another was never the same
after that day, it was better.
    We were far
more cordial with each other. We would go to the cafeteria and have
lunch together or sometimes we would go to the
doctor ’ s lounge and sprawl out on the couch placing our feet
up on a table that was probably older than both of us, staring at
the television but not watching it. Sometimes, we
wouldn ’ t talk, we just shared each other ’ s
companionable silence. He was becoming a whole different kind of
friend, unlike Nick.

 
     
    ~12~
    Our time together got increasingly comfortable and
Bradley and I started confiding in each other. I would sit next to
him while he told me stories about what his ‘ bitch
ex-wife ’ would do, and I always actively listened to him
or even poked fun at his stories making him laugh. Sometimes I
found myself wanting to defend his ex-wife scything that she
couldn ’ t be all that bad, after all, he did marry
her.
    When we were
alone one day in the doctor ’ s lounge, I faced him
on the couch and asked, “ Why so much
hostility? I know it ’ s not really the
money. ”
    He took a
really long time to answer me, ” I was truly love with
her. ”
    “You talk in
past tense, so you ’ re not
anymore? ”
    “Not
anymore. ” When he said it, he looked away and I suspected
it wasn ’ t completely the truth. I think there were
residual unresolved feelings.
    “Then why hold
onto that anger? What are you getting out of it? ”
    “It ’ s protecting me from
making the same mistakes again.
    “That makes
sense, coming from a weak person. ”
    “So
you ’ re calling me weak? I call myself smart, he
argued. ”
    What about
yourself? Is there a special somebody in your
life? ”
    I
didn ’ t know how to answer him. I didn ’ t think he
was going to believe me, but I said, “ No.
I ’ m not dating anyone. Just haven ’ t found the
right guy yet. ”
    He looked at me
suspiciously, “ I find that rather
hard to believe, you ’ re very
beautiful. ”
    I ran my
fingers through my hair self-consciously and looked into his very
serious eyes, he had a six o ’ clock shadow that
made him look more rugged and sexier than usual, “ Why thank you for the compliment Dr. Hart but unfortunately
it ’ s true, ” I said playfully.
    “I do have a
friend that I go to when I ’ m lonely, a fuck
buddy if you will, and when he ’ s lonely he comes to
me. It ’ s a mutual agreement we have. Sad to say, I
don ’ t think either one of us has had a date in over a
year. I think I ’ m less inclined to
get involved with anyone because I know he is always there, so
I ’ m not so quick to settle on just anyone less than near
perfect. ”
    He
frowned, “ You ’ re devaluing yourself
and letting him use you. ””
    “You ’ re implying
it ’ s one sided, but we use each other. I have no qualms
with my friend Nick. He ’ s never let me down
because my expectations for him are very low, he
can ’ t hurt me because I ’ m not in love with
him, and he ’ s really a very good
listener. ”
    “You deserve
more. ”
    “What do I
deserve? ” I was hoping he would say something like, “ You deserve me. ” but he
didn ’ t. I instantly regretted telling Bradley about Nick.
This new look of disappointment in me was smeared all over his
face.
    I was halfway
through the door when I felt