Of course he’d be happy to show off as someone other than himself was wrong. Amber snatched the readout, carefully eyeing the numbers. “Not polio,” she breathed. Realizations burst through her mind and, excited, Amber spoke without thinking, forgetting their fight. “I knew it was weird! You’d think that of all the people that ever had polio, at least one of them would’ve drunk a glass of juice before Casey.”
This did mean they had to go back to drawing board and figure out what walked and quacked like polio, but—Amber looked up from the paper, catching Eric’s eye. ‘Quack’ might be a more accurate term than she’d intended. “Wait, was the test Brennan ran a false positive? Or did he mess it up? He couldn’t have forged the results—“ As soon as the mention of intentional foul play slipped off her tongue, Amber remembered what Eric counted as cheating and, thus, how he felt about her going behind his back. She pulled into herself, arms and mouth stiffening.
Eric kept a sophisticated air, more cool and distant than if they’d been absolute strangers. Amber had seen how he treated unknown people: he was at least friendly to them. She crossed her arms, leaning her weight on one foot as she watched him store the vial of blood, annoyed and unsure what to do with herself. Were they still fighting? Or was this really it, over and done with? Amber was still pissed at him and she’d tell him all over again, in a heartbeat, just how he’d disappointed her, but as far as she knew the world hadn’t ended. They could at least try talking about what would happen to relationship.
As if to confirm her concerns, Eric gave her an order—now she wasn’t just a stranger, but an underling to be commanded about. Amber let out an exasperated sigh. This was exactly what had started pissing her off in the first place. How eager he was to jump back into his position of authority, as if that were his true nature and he wouldn’t ever again bother pretending to be the sweet, playful guy she’d gone weak-kneed for. “Fine, boss” she grit out, though if she were going to grind her teeth against something, she’d really have preferred it to be Eric’s arm. “I’ll take it up to him, if you’re too lazy to.”
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This did mean they had to go back to drawing board and figure out what walked and quacked like polio, but—Amber looked up from the paper, catching Eric’s eye. ‘Quack’ might be a more accurate term than she’d intended. “Wait, was the test Brennan ran a false positive? Or did he mess it up? He couldn’t have forged the results—“ As soon as the mention of intentional foul play slipped off her tongue, Amber remembered what Eric counted as cheating and, thus, how he felt about her going behind his back. She pulled into herself, arms and mouth stiffening.
Eric kept a sophisticated air, more cool and distant than if they’d been absolute strangers. Amber had seen how he treated unknown people: he was at least friendly to them. She crossed her arms, leaning her weight on one foot as she watched him store the vial of blood, annoyed and unsure what to do with herself. Were they still fighting? Or was this really it, over and done with? Amber was still pissed at him and she’d tell him all over again, in a heartbeat, just how he’d disappointed her, but as far as she knew the world hadn’t ended. They could at least try talking about what would happen to relationship.
As if to confirm her concerns, Eric gave her an order—now she wasn’t just a stranger, but an underling to be commanded about. Amber let out an exasperated sigh. This was exactly what had started pissing her off in the first place. How eager he was to jump back into his position of authority, as if that were his true nature and he wouldn’t ever again bother pretending to be the sweet, playful guy she’d gone weak-kneed for. “Fine, boss” she grit out, though if she were going to grind her teeth against something, she’d really have preferred it to be Eric’s arm. “I’ll take it up to him, if you’re too lazy to.”