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“I can’t even begin to tell you what the hell I was thinking,” I admitted. “He just woke me up out of a nap, and all I could think about was he was right there, in my face, and then he asked why I was there… I don’t know. It just all spewed out like word vomit.”
“Oh, God.” She wiped her eyes as she tried to hold her laughter at bay. “How do you continually do this?”
“Do what?” Hades asked as she pushed through the door. She took one look at my dirty self and shook her head. “Let me guess, you forgot your key again.”
I threw my hands up in annoyance. “I didn’t!”
I stomped my way to the bathroom and heard Val explaining as I moved.
The door barely shut behind me when Hades, laughter in her voice now, too, said, “You should’ve heard what happened last week while you were on that three-day shift.”
I cringed as I remembered last week.
Last week, I’d been using the lobby bathroom because I’d been in a rush and forgotten to go before I’d left my apartment.
Sadly for me, the bathroom is right beside the mail pickup, as well as the elevator.
And, since I never go to the bathroom—even if I’m just peeing—without something playing on my phone, I’d been on a particularly hilarious video of babies farting.
And, since you couldn’t hear much more than the fart itself, I was unaware of just how loud and realistic it sounded until I’d closed my phone down and come out of the bathroom.
Of course, that was when I walked straight into Nash who’d been picking up his mail.
His words still haunted me.
He gave me one long look and then asked, “You okay?”
I blinked. “I’m fine. Why?”
His mouth quirked. “It was rather animated. Did you eat something bad that didn’t agree with you?”
I opened my mouth and then closed it, shaking my head. “Oh. That was a video.”
His brows went up.
So, like the obvious goof that I was, I tried to pull up the video I’d been watching.
Instead of it pulling up, though, it refreshed my feed. The first video to pop up was two tortoises fucking.
“You know,” he said when he saw that. “Your algorithm only brings you to videos that you watch.”
I looked at the two tortoises fucking, then flushed. “My best friend sends these to me.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to watch them,” he said. “I hope your stomach feels better.”
Then he got on the elevator and went up to his floor, completely dismissing me.
I hastily turned the water on, then tried to drown myself.
What was it about that man that turned me into knots?
CHAPTER 2
I’m a delight.
-T-shirt
NASH
“No,” I repeated.
“This is great for your career,” my publicist, Criss, said. “Come on. Please?”
“No,” I repeated again, forcefully this time. “I’m not going to use someone else’s tragedy.”
Last week I’d been at the hospital with a concussion when shit had literally hit the fan at the ER I was in.
I’d gotten up to check on the commotion that was happening in the hall, annoyed that I had to be there at all, when I spotted the gang members in the hallway.
An unfortunate series of events later, Val, an ER resident who’d lived in my building, witnessed her man being stabbed with a knife. And Val was forced to take care of the gang member who was left behind because nobody else would touch him.
And having the medical expertise and know-how thanks to graduating with my medical degree despite my father’s wish for me to focus only on NASCAR, I’d helped Val with the stabbing victim.
The guy turned out to be an undercover cop, and the three of us—including a scared to death nursing student—had saved him.
Meanwhile, it being a huge thing for me, my publicist wanted to use it to further my career.
He wanted me to exploit everyone involved so I’d look better.
Look at Nash Christopherson, concussion and all, helping save a cop from a stab wound at a local ER.
Gross.
“But…”
“This will not be discussed any further,” I said. “No matter what, we’re not doing anything related to this event ever. So when people ask about it, you say no comment. If someone who isn’t me wants to come forward and talk about it, that’s fine. But I won’t be getting involved in any way, shape, or form.”
Criss groaned. “This is the perfect chance to get people looking at you like you’re a human.”
I rolled my eyes. “I am a human.”
“People think that you’re a robot with no emotions,” he corrected me. “You can’t pull sponsors when you can’t get them to like you.”
He had a point.
But still, the answer was no.
“There was some bad shit that happened there,” I said quietly. “I’m not going to participate in it. It’s gang related, Criss. And I can guarantee you that learning I saved that cop’s life is going to get me on their radar. They’re pissed as all hell that they had a cop in their mix. What do you think they’ll do when they learn I helped save his life?”
