knew matching personnel to patient load was complicated but had deliberately steered clear of the minutiae because it wasn’t his problem. Now avoidance was paying off because she was talking to him.
“There’s a formula to determine the percentage of staff hours per patient day for every hospital department. For example, if you’re allowed four hours to get the job done and do it in three hours and forty-five minutes, you’re over a hundred percent. That’s exactly where administration wants it and you’re the best thing since sliced bread.”
“What if I want two more nurses?”
She turned to the computer, clicked the keys and assimilated the information that popped up. “According to this, NICU productivity is at ninety-four percent.”
“That sounds pretty good.”
“Not really. It means you have to give up a nurse.”
“You’re kidding,” he said.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
No, but she looked like she was enjoying this more than was absolutely necessary. She also looked like a woman who needed a full-body-contact kiss and he was just the relative value unit to give it to her.
“So, what happens if the NICU is full and the perinatologist sends over a high-risk pregnancy patient who delivers a twenty-four-week baby? How do I get a nurse?”
“The percentages are set at safe staffing levels. But in an extreme case, you contact the on-call nurse. If there’s a need for more help, you try to catch someone else at home and ask them to come in.”
“And what if we can’t find someone?”
“What if a brontosaurus walks in with two eggs and one of them cracks?” She folded her hands on the desk.
He knew what she was getting at, but this spirited back and forth was the most fun he’d had since the last time they’d talked.
“And your point is?” he asked, settling into the chair in front of her desk for a full-on view of her.
“You can’t staff for ‘what if.’ In a perfect world, yes. But we go by averages, then adjust to the reality we’re dealing with.”
“When I go in to see Ryan, am I going to get a rewind and play of this whole conversation?” It had been much more palatable coming from her, he realized.
“Probably.”
“Well, I’m already here.” And so was she. He had the testosterone rush to prove it. “Might as well go in and try to grind him down.”
“Good luck.”
Speaking of luck … It was time to stop talking shop and try again to grind her down. Or at least find out what her beef was with him.
“I’m having a NICU meeting today at five o’clock. Nurses, respiratory therapy. You should come. Everyone who works in the unit is invited.”
“I don’t work there.” Pink crept into her cheeks. “At least not on the babies.”
“Consider this part of your administrative internship. Good experience to come and hear the opposing point of view.”
“As tempting as that is …”
That was a no without saying no. And he knew she really didn’t need to be there. Personnel and administration were like Democrats and Republicans. They’d never see eye to eye. He just wanted the opportunity to spend a little time with her.
“I’d really like to see you.” He wasn’t talking about the meeting, and the way her eyes narrowed told him she knew it. “But this is me not using your phone number.”
“Look, Nathan, I’m really flattered that you asked. Partly because I thought that ship had sailed last week. But mostly because …” She stopped, clearly weighing how much to say. “Because every single woman younger than fifty who works in this facility, and some who don’t, are waiting in line to give you their phone numbers. But I’m not one of them.”
“Why is that?”
“Mostly because I can’t help wondering why you keep asking.”
“You mean am I up to something?” he asked.
“I mean is it just stubbornness? Ego? You being contrary?”
“Is it so hard to believe that I want to get to know you better?”
“Oh, please.” She made a scoffing sound. “That’s code for hooking up.”
He wouldn’t say no to a hookup, but that wasn’t his primary objective. “I’d really like to see you outside of work.”
“Let me be clear. And honest. You said it yourself. I’m a busy girl. I don’t have time in my schedule for a fling.”
“Neither do I.”
Her eyes flashed with what looked like anger and frustration. “In my experience, guys like you are all about the one who said no.”
“Later I’m probably going to be annoyed at being lumped in with the jerks.”
She ignored that and continued. “Let’s just skip to the end. How about if I just sleep with you? Then I can get you out of my life. It’s not even necessary to buy me dinner. It will save us both time. Seven minutes tops.”
“Ouch.” He’d heard both heat and hurt in her voice, and that took the sting out of the words for him. If only it had canceled out his curiosity, but he wasn’t that lucky. “What if I want to buy you dinner? No strings.”
“Do you?” she asked suspiciously.
“Take a chance. Find out for yourself.”
“If I do will you go away quietly?”
“Can we just take this one step at a time?” he asked. “Don’t spoil the surprise. That takes all the fun out of it.”
“In my experience, there’s nothing fun about a surprise.”
That was the second time she’d mentioned her experience. It didn’t take a mental giant to figure out that whatever happened hadn’t been good. If Nathan was as smart as everyone thought, he’d run from Cindy and her emotional baggage. But apparently he wasn’t that bright. Because he was inclined to sit here and wait until she agreed to go out with him.
“You know you want to say yes,” he coaxed.
“Were you raised by wolves? What part of no do you not understand?” She glared at him.
“My parents were incredibly civilized. Just not to each other.” He refused to take the bait. It didn’t escape his notice that she was pulling out all the stops to get him to give up. That made the challenge of wearing her down all the more stimulating. “Come on, Cindy. It will be fun.”
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