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“Any men in the picture?”
“I haven’t known her that long, but none since I started with Agile. But honestly, she could be banging the entire Cowboys football team and no one would know. She’s walking smoke and mirrors.”
A really big, ugly green monster roars inside of me. “You just gave me indigestion. The kind that Pepcid can’t cure.”
His eyes swing to mine. “It’s true. She’s an enigma.”
“Aren’t we all?”
He shrugs as he goes back to watching the street below. “I guess. But her? She’s next level.”
“What kind of spook was she?”
“Again, you’re asking the wrong guy.” He chuckles. “She’s under your skin.”
I shake my head and blow out a long breath full of frustration for myself. “Unfortunately. Like a splinter.”
Everything about the pure lust I have for her is screwed up. A) She’s a coworker. B) She’s a patient. C) She’s got some kind of beef with me.
“I’ll make myself scarce if you want to—”
“I’m not fucking her. She just got shot. Did you see how much blood she lost?”
He grunts, “I wasn’t sure she’d make it.”
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I tell Andre what I’m not sure I’ll tell her. “I transfused her with my blood.”
He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then he nods. “No shit. Now, that’s next level.”
“They didn’t have blood.”
“You’re a universal donor or a match?”
“Universal donor.”
Andre shifts to the other side of the window and scans the street. “I’ll remember that.”
“Don’t get yourself shot, please.”
Andre chuckles darkly. “Been there. Done that. But I’ve never looked down a gun in the face and taken a direct hit.”
Propping my foot on the rickety coffee table, I say, “Me either. She’s got cojones.”
“You don’t know the half of it. Sometimes, I wonder if she’s got a death wish. Who was that son of a bitch, by the way?”
“Someone from her past, according to her.”
He bristles and instantly asks, “Lover?”
“I wondered that myself. Something that’s bothering me… he did not shoot to kill. Or he’s the worst shot in the history of man.”
“What the hell, then?”
“My question exactly.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wow. I’m all warm and yummy feeling inside. Amen for tribal medicine. If only it didn’t smell like pond scum. But my pain is minimal. And I’m on a nice little cloud. So much better than I was. Which is the reason I crawl out of bed to get myself cleaned up.