Free Gaining Gibbs (Marco's MMA Boys #4) by S. M. Donaldson

head. “Sorry, I have to get into the back and start getting everyone’s meds ready.”
    He nods. “Oh, by the way, how is your sister?”
    “She’s doing a lot better. Sly is watching her like a hawk.” I laugh.
    He nods. “I can totally see that.” He waves as he starts to walk away. “You have a good day.” He points to Lucille. “You behave yourself, Lucille.”
    She waves him off.
    She winks at me. “So you’re talking to our own little version of Dr. McDreamy.”
    I laugh. “You’re crazy, Lucille. He is a nice guy. We met the night Kara came in.”
    She shakes her head. “Honey, he’s more than nice. I’m still upset things didn’t work out for you and the fighter. He seems sad and miserable now.” She takes a drink from her bottle of water. “Boy don’t ever hardly crack a smile now, much less joke with any of us during our classes at the gym.”
    I shrug. “It is what it is. Nothing I can do about it now,” I finish as I open the door to the pharmacy.
    After a long day of medicating people, I call my sister. “Hey, little sister. To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?”
    I laugh. “You know, you certainly are more chipper now that your sugar isn’t out of control.”
    “Har har har. You’re almost as funny as Sly.”
    “Anyway, I was wondering if you’re busy this afternoon. I need to pick up a cocktail dress for the hospital gala that’s this Friday night.”
    “Oooh, that sounds like fun. Do you care if the girls come with? We’re supposed to be having dinner this afternoon so you could join us.”
    Fuck, is Gia going to be there?
    “Don’t worry, Gia isn’t going to be there. It’ll just be me, Sloan, Chels and Liz.”
    “Oh um, okay. I’ll text you when I get off.”
    “So who’s your date for this gala?”
    “Dr. Jennings asked me this morning,” I say with a smile. She knows he’s been bringing me coffee since she was admitted that night. It’s just been innocent flirting until this.
    “Oooh. That’s great. I’m excited.” Jeez, her pregnancy hormones must be kicking in again because she sounds like a damn teenager on the phone.
    “Okay well, I’ll text you,” I say again, trying to convey the message that I need to hang up.
    “Okay,” she says cheerfully. “I’ll call the girls.”
    “Okay.” I laugh as I hang up.
    ~*~*~
    “I think you’ll look awesome in that damn green,” Chelsea says.
    “I like the black, but I tend to lean toward dark colors,” Sloan says nonchalantly.
    Liz steps up to me. “No, this fucking blue is going to be awesome.”
    I take the dresses in my hand to the dressing room. A black, a dark green, a turquoise and a deep cobalt blue. Once inside, I start slipping on the first dress. Damn, my boobs look fucking huge in this dress. My boobs aren’t small by any means, but in this dress they look ginormous.
    I step out in the green. “Here’s the green. I don’t like how my boobs look like a buffet in this one.”
    They laugh at my candidness.
    I step back in the dressing room and slide into the black halter neck dress. I can’t manage the zipper. “Kara, can you come zip me up?”
    She slips in the curtain. “Damn, Jadie boo. It’s like your tits have exploded.” Once she gets it zipped, we both laugh. I look like I’m stuffed in a sausage casing.
    An hour later, I’ve picked the cobalt blue dress that Liz liked. It’s simple yet classy, and the neckline doesn’t make me feel like a two dollar hooker with these damn boobs. I’ve gotten lazy since I finished with classes. I need to slack off on the coffee and junk food.
    ~*~*~
    Gavin is supposed to be here in like thirty minutes. I’m digging through my bathroom closet for my silver earrings when I knock the box of tampons off the shelf.
    Reaching down to gather them up, I see that I only have five left. I need to put them on my list for the store. Then it hits me. I haven’t had a period since a month or so before I got out of school. Shit. This is not