It was eleven in the morning and the day was already long.
Irene set the chart on the ledge of the nurse’s station and flipped through it in hopes of finding some dressing change orders, but the thing was crammed so full that it was wider than her body and ready to burst apart. It looked like she had a month’s worth of pending orders to sort through.
A cup of coffee appeared in front of her out of nowhere.
“Some blueberry mocha to sweeten your day?”
She looked at Brenden with disbelief before hastily taking the coffee from him. She was torn between being grateful for the slice of heaven nestled in the cup and chewing him out for treating her like a girlfriend.
Which she was not.
Even if it meant blueberry mocha every morning.
And then she noticed something. “You wear glasses?” she a
