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phone number? He could have any woman in this hospital. Hell, any woman in Austin.
    Addison knew she had an effect on men . She never lacked for dates in high school and college, but none of those men compared to someone like Holden. She didn’t see why a man like him would be going out of his way to ask her out. Her heart was glad to give him her phone number and leapt at the chance of seeing him again, but her head knew that a man like Holden wouldn’t be tied down to one girl at his age.
     

Chapter 4
     
    Addison walked into her organic chemistry class feeling confident and exhausted. She was about to take her last final exam of the prerequisite classes needed for PA school and she was ready to get it over with. This was the last obstacle standing in Addison’s way and she couldn’t imagine the complete bliss that would ensue once she was completely done. She’d texted Stacy the night before asking her to study but her classmate had shrugged off her invitation. Addison knew things had been weird between them last Saturday but it would have still been nice to have a study partner. She routinely set down her coffee on the seat next to hers, saving it for Stacy like she’d done the past few days.
    Stacy walked in a few minutes later, hesitating a beat too long before taking the seat Addison had reserved for her. Addison smiled at her friend, picking up her coffee and taking a sip of it.
    “Hey Stacy,” Addison spoke.
    “Hi Addison. Feeling prepared for the final?” Stacy asked with a slightly bristled tone.
    “Eh, I’ll just be glad to walk out of here. You?”
    “Oh yeah, same here. I didn’t manage to study much this past weekend... All of us stayed out pretty late on Saturday after you left.”
    “Oh. Yeah, I guess you guys are pretty close, all working together as much as you do.”
    “Exactly. The nurses stick close together… and the doctors stick close to the nurses,” She said with a suggestive smirk that left Addison with a harsh feeling at the pit of her stomach.
    I get it, the doctors, including Dr. Taylor, are your territory. Addison turned back to her study guide not knowing how to follow up Stacy’s statement. A few minutes passed before Stacy spoke again.
    “So you and Dr. Taylor talked for a bit on Saturday, huh?”
    Addison stilled, surprised that she would bring up the subject. Are they dating or something?
    “Yeah, Dr. Fischer introduced us. He seems nice ... I actually ran into him while I was volunteering at the hospital the other day,” Addison offered, taking another sip of her coffee and watching as the other students filed into the classroom. Probably shouldn’t mention his dinner invitation.
    Stacy’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oh did you? Was he with other doctors at the time?” she asked obviously wanting Addison to elaborate about the encounter.
    “Um, yeah I think they were discussing a patient or something.” Addison had barely registered the doctors standing with Dr. Taylor that night; they had all paled in comparison.
    “Ha , yeah, or their plans for this weekend. Those residents know how to let loose. Well, except Dr. Taylor. I’ve only seen him out a few times, including Saturday...” That’s surprising. “Don’t get me wrong, he never seems to lack female attention when we can drag him out with us, though,” Stacy finished, looking in her purse for something.
    Addison stared at the chalkboard, allowing Stacy’s words to sink in. She didn’t know if she should rejoice because he rarely took Stacy up on her offer to go out, or feel sick at how many girls Holden had to choose from when he did. He asked for my number, probably so he could set me up with someone in my own league.
    Addison had her fair share of loves and losses growing up. While she hadn’t had a relationship that lasted longer than six months, they at least all ended on her terms. She’d allow herself to be swept up in the idea of the guys she’d meet, and she’d let it to play out