Chapter Twenty-Two
Olivia
I brushed my hands over the thin fabric of my scrubs, which did hardly anything to help with the nervous sweat on my palms. I’d performed two surgeries this morning, both of which had gone well. This afternoon was my usual meeting time with Dr. Adams, and I’d spent every day this week worrying about whether or not to talk to her about my dinners with Liam. I’d even called Harper again last night to ruminate aloud. Since Daisy tended toward more emotionally driven advice, I often turned to Harper, who was ever rational, for a reality check. Harper was firmly in the camp that I should talk with Dr. Adams.
“Either that, or you do what you’re doing now, which is driving yourself crazy worrying. The other thing is it seems like Liam actually means something to you.
