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him.
    Now he was in a new city and at a new hospital starting all over again. One thing was for sure. He’d have no choice but to put up with the women’s advances, because he wasn’t coming out again.
    Ric sat in the doctors’ lounge reading this month’s Journal of Modern Medicine waiting on his shift to end. He saw Nurse Sheila come into the lounge and pour herself a cup of coffee. He tried to appear overly engrossed in the magazine, hoping to discourage her from wanting to interrupt him. No such luck.
    “Dr. Edwards, a few of us are going to a new bar that just opened next Friday after second shift gets off. Think you’d want to go?” She looked at him expectantly.
    Here we go.
    “I’m sorry, Sheila, but I’m already involved with someone,” he lied. Ric tried not to look at her with annoyance at being asked out, when he heard her crack up with laughter.
    “Ummm, conceited much, Dr. E?” She gave him a teasing look. “I’m glad you’re involved with someone. So am I. About fifteen of us are going to this new bar next week, and anyone who wants to come is invited. My boyfriend says that he wants to go, but he doesn’t want to be the only man there. So I’m asking a few doctors to come along. Also, some of the staff from the second floor are coming too…should be fun.” She grinned from ear to ear. Probably because Ric’s face was burning hot from embarrassment.
    He didn’t have plans for next weekend, of course. He was going to work out in his building’s gym and catch up on his DVR recordings. Fun times. Maybe he’d see Prescott in the workout room with his personal trainer again.
    “Sorry, Sheila. I guess that was pretty presumptuous of me. What time are you guys going?” Ric tried to recover.
    “It’s cool, Dr. E. I understand how you could’ve thought I was putting the moves on you. Lord knows a lot of the women around here talk about wanting you.” She smirked. “But trust me when I say I am happy with my boyfriend.” She looked at her watch. “Well, my break is over. We’ll be there about nine o’clock next Friday night. Hope to see you there. Oh yeah, and bring your girlfriend. I’d love to meet her,” she said and bounced out of the lounge.
    Good luck with meeting someone that doesn’t exist.
    Ric changed out of his lab coat and scrubs and put on black slacks and a collared shirt. He rolled the sleeves up and unfastened the top two buttons, not wanting to appear too dressy.
    On his way down the hall to the parking lot, he saw that several nurses were in the nurses’ station having a little powwow with Sheila. He silently prayed that she wasn’t telling them about his embarrassing assumption.
    “Good night, ladies,” he said in his deep and calm voice.
    “Good night, Doctor,” they said almost in unison, some of them flashing him a hint of lust in their eyes.
    He just smiled and waved as the emergency room doors opened to the damp night air. It was Virginia Beach in May, and the weather was unseasonably warm and—you know what, forget that. It was fucking hot. It was so humid and sticky that it made him want to jump in the nearest pool and cool his sweaty skin. Ric preferred the fall over any season—cool, brisk breezes, cashmere sweaters, soft butter-leather jackets, and sweat suits.
    On his way home, Ric grabbed a bottle of Merlot at the grocery store around the corner from his building in preparation for a long weekend of solitude. Maybe I should go out next week. This staff could be different. I just won’t be feeling up any guys on the dance floor…yet.

Chapter Eight
     
    It was Sunday afternoon. Pres took a cab to his parents’ house to visit with them for a few hours. He and his mom made grilled salmon and pasta for lunch. Pres always loved cooking with her. She made cooking fun and exciting. She played games with his sense of taste, always challenging his unique ability.
    He told her about the new restaurant on the harbor that he’d critiqued, how great the