“You. And I’m not easily impressed.”
“Why are you impressed?”
“You didn’t fall apart,” he said.
“You expected me to fall apart?” I glanced at him. “You don’t even know me. We’ve never met.”
He shrugged. “Most people would have fallen apart.”
“I’m a doctor.”
“That’s not what I was referring to.” He paused for a moment. “You were cool and efficient. Even though it was Boxer.”
I thought about his words and nodded slowly. Objectivity had somehow reigned supreme, regardless of my relationship with the patient. “Emotion has no place in the operating room, regardless of who’s on the table,” I said finally.
He smiled slightly.
“What? What’s that smile for?”
“You remind me of someone I’m very fond of.”
“Who?”
“My sister-in-law.”
“Your sister-in-law. The one related to you by marriage or Flynn’s wife?”
Ramsey looked at me sharply.
I shrugged. “I read the article.”
“That fucking article. I haven’t had a moment of peace since. It was supposed to be a fluff publicity piece that would bring attention to The Rex. All it’s done is complicate my life.”
“With beautiful women throwing themselves at you?”
“Something like that.” He sighed. “And I was referring to Barrett Campbell. That’s who you remind me of.”
“Flynn Campbell’s wife.” I nodded. “It seems you and I have some friends in common… Quinn O’Malley?”
“No shite,” he said, a wry grin appearing on his very generous lips. “You’re friends with Quinn?”
I nodded.
“She’s a Boston girl. How do you know her? Are you from Boston too?”
Crap.
I hadn’t been thinking. I’d just let my mouth get carried away by moonshine. “I did my residency at Boston General,” I said. “Our paths…crossed.”
Ramsey’s eyes became somber, and he nodded. “Aye, Quinn. She’s had a time of it.”
“She has,” I admitted. “But she’s happy now. With Sasha.”
He laughed softly. “I still can’t believe you know Quinn. Sometimes, the world feels very small.
“The smallest,” I agreed.
Ramsey took another drink from his bottle. “Did he tell you about what he saw?”