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Finally, I dressed
business casual with one inch heels and the piece de resistance: my
white Jacket and burgundy stethoscope.
    The nursing station at quarter to eight in
the morning was buzzing. The night nurses were finishing their
shift and giving report to the day nurses. Charge nurses,
physiotherapists, occupational therapists, and personal support
workers, were planning out their day, while other departments were
calling, asking for patients to be sent down in wheelchairs and
stretchers for tests such as x-rays, and echo cardiograms.
    I thought I
spotted Bradley right away because he was the only other person
wearing a white jacket in the station. Never having seen him
before, I caught the eye of a young nurse and then glanced at the
doctor mouthing, “ Is that Dr.
Hart? ” She nodded yes and then I approached him cautiously
making sure I wasn ’ t interrupting
him.
    After a few
seconds I was able to snag his attention. He looked up at me and I
was floored at what I saw. This couldn ’ t be
happening, “ Chase? ”
    He looked at me
smiling like it happened every day, “ You must have met my
brother. We look a lot alike. I am Dr. Bradley Hart, and you
are? ”
    “Chanel, your
new resident. ”
    “It's a
pleasure to meet you. ” He took my hand and gently shook
it. “ Chase and I are identical twins, but
that ’ s where our similarities end. ”
    I
couldn ’ t get over it. He had the same shaggy dark hair cut a
little shorter than Chase ’ s, dark brooding eyes
exactly like Chase ’ s, and perfect
features with a squared off jawline and perfect nose. I think I
swooned again like I was caught in a second wave. I had to grab
onto the desk to steady myself. Obviously when God made
God ’ s gift, he was proud of himself and duplicated
it.
    I spent the
entire day working with Bradley. We looked at his patients and
discussed courses of treatment that would or
wouldn ’ t benefit them. We discussed everything thoroughly.
The longer I spoke with him, the more I realized intelligence was
oozing from his pores. He appeared to be very kind and was never
bothered over the countless interruptions and by my rattling off a
gazillion questions.
    Bradley was diligent, composed, and gifted,
not to mention intelligent, gorgeous, and most importantly
divorced. This brother seemed more delicious than the other, the
one without the golden shoes. I left the hospital on my second day
with a spring in my step.

 
     
    ~10~
    The
next two weeks flew by. Aria called giving me a time to pick up my
key. I texted Nick when I had it.
    Chanel: I got the key Hercules!
    Nick:
It ’ s about time u started acknowledging my strength
Woman! I do wish u found someone else to help u with
u ’ r move.
    Chanel: Why?
    Nick: Your neighbor Aria scares me! She
meets me once and then texts me about giving me a blow job!
Disgusting!
    Chanel: Oh come
on Nick, u met u ’ r match!
She ’ s the 1st person I have ever met
that ’ s as comical as u!
    Nick: Whatever!
    Nick was
pounding at my door within an hour of our last text. Seriously, the
man had no life, but I loved him, and compared to him I was a
complete social hermit. He showed up in a blue dress shirt and
jeans, ready for work. A girl couldn ’ t ask for a better
friend then him. I was tempted to call a code purple on him, but we
had way too much to do tonight.
    We picked up
the U-Haul and brought over the big stuff first, doing a couple of
trips with the truck. Then, we packed Jezebel
(Nick ’ s car) and Snowball up and drove them to my new loft.
By the time we were done we were exhausted.
    I stripped
myself bare before Nick as he sat quietly on my grey sofa, “ Shower? ” I asked.
    He smiled with
his eyes, “ Please. ” I slowly undressed
him, I wanted him naked. He kissed me deep. I grabbed the back of
his hair and pulled him closer to me, deeper, for a much more
penetrating and demanding kiss. He groaned in my mouth and he
rubbed against me showing his arousal. My body tingled with