She and Flynn were friends and colleagues and it wasn’t uncommon for friends and colleagues to carpool. So many people working here did it. Being with Flynn, constantly, was nothing to be remarked on. ‘Whoa, Reggie,’ Ingrid, the general surgical registrar, commented quietly as they waited in the nurses’ station for the rest of the ward-round participants to arrive. ‘Did I just see you arriving at work with Dr Gorgeous Legs?’ Reggie couldn’t help but grin widely at the nickname. ‘Dr Gorgeous Legs?’ she asked with a hint of incredulity. ‘Sure. Nice long legs that lead up to a firm torso and a perfectly handsome face.’ Ingrid eyed Flynn as she spoke. ‘You’re almost licking your lips.’ ‘Who could blame me?’ Ingrid sighed then looked pointedly at Reggie. ‘So give. How did you score a lift with him?’ ‘My car’s still being fixed at the garage, you know, after those joyriders smashed into it the other week.’ She shook her head innocently, hoping to change the subject.
