Chapter 6
The Mary
My hair was still dripping wet from my shower, clinging to my shoulders, when a knock at the door interrupted my morning routine. My brows furrowed. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Once at the door, I bent to peek through the peephole. I couldn’t make out his face, but I stared straight into a dress shirt over pecs I’d recognize anywhere. What the hell was Dr. Medina doing here?
Toothbrush still in my mouth, I opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” I tried to ask, but it sounded more like, “Wha a you dohee?” I gestured for him to come in then went back to the bathroom to get rid of the brush and rinse out.
“How did you get into my building? And more importantly, how did you know my apartment number?”
“I have my ways.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen to make a green smoothie. I had to offset Dad’s cooking somehow.
“I’m surprised,” he said as he walked over to the kitchen bar and sat on a stool.
“About what?”
“You look great.”
I shot him my most insulted look, and he laughed.
“That’s not what I meant. I just expected you to have a hangover.”
“On three drinks? I’m not sure how you party, but three drinks won’t get me there. And I also havemyways.” I grinned back at him.
“Oh?”
“Yep. I stick to straight tequila, never switch drinks except sometimes maybe a beer, and I drink tons of water. The most I ever have in the morning is a slight headache.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, then.”
Horror struck, and I panicked at what I’d said. “I don’t, uh—I don’t actually drink very often. I just know my limits and what my body can take.”
“Relax, Ramirez. I wasn’t accusing you of anything.”
I changed the subject. “So, what can I do for you?” I filled my blender with spinach, pineapple, carrots, and fresh ginger root.
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you at my house at eight in the morning, boss?”
He raised an eyebrow at ‘boss’ and took his glasses off to clean them.
He waited until I was done blending before speaking again. “Your car is at the hospital,” he said.
“I have a car service app. Maybe you don’t know this about me, but I’m a pretty independent woman. I’ve gotten around all on my own my entire adult life.”
“I don’t doubt that, but I was also curious aboutthe Mary, and what that meant.”
My eyes misted over at that. He’d heard Sara and me making plans for Valentina today. My heart ached as I thought about what we were about to do, but the point of the Mary was to be as freaking cheerful as possible.
“Then I guess you are taking me shopping.”
“Okay, but drink that. There’s no way I’m letting you take that green sludge into my car.”
“You want one?” I asked and wiggled my eyebrows.