“What will you have to drink? Should I mix you a babysitter's recovery cocktail?”
Alex laughed but shook her head.
“Thanks, but I’m still driving tonight. Not to mention that I still have to work. I have taken a night shift from one of my colleagues. I don’t think my boss would appreciate it if I showed up tipsy in the children’s ward.”
“After just one cocktail? Come off it. Actually, you never know, it might even do you good. To ease the pressure!” Manuel joked, but Evelyn was also there to overhear the last sentence.
“You should be ashamed of yourself! Such an impossible man. Please, just ignore what he said,” she smiled apologetically at Alex, who, of course, got the picture. “You’re an impossible man, Manuel Cruz,” Evelyn repeated, turning towards her husband. “Just give her someth
