Chapter 17
Blake stared at her back as she left, her ponytailed hair swinging from side to side.
“You like her,” Josh said to Blake.
Blake scoffed. “What?”
“I know you, and you like her. I watched you for a while at the door before I came over. You should have seen your face. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. But you did good—you chose one of the smartest cookies around here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Her reputation precedes her. Top of her class at Harvard Medical School. Highest USMLE Step I & II scores of any resident in the hospital. She could have easily gotten into any program she wanted. I heard she was offered a spot here before the matching results even came out. I know a lot of male residents and fellows who have been trying to get close to her, but you, my friend, are
