Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

Fig smiled as she made herself comfortable, amused by her comments and her antics. It wasn’t the first time he’d been accused of looking kind or trustworthy. He supposed there were worse attributes he could be assumed to have. And he couldn’t exactly complain since both were accurate.

”Of course,” Fig reassured her, ”I would never risk losing my license after all those years of medical school.” He looked at her expectantly then, wondering if she was ready to share or if she’d stall with a few more jokes first. Or perhaps that’s all this actually was—just a game to entertain herself with. Either way, Fig was onboard. He enjoyed her.