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He made a strange noise and she jolted, staring at him in shock.
“Are you all right? Where does it hurt? Is it your stomach? Chest? Oh my God! You’re having a heart attack? I’m not good at CPR! I failed the test.”
“I don’t need CPR, I’m not in that sort of pain.” He narrowed his gaze at her. “And you are not ever a waste of time. Do you hear me?”
She bit her lip, nodding.
“I mean it. If you don’t want this, then it’s fine.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem anyway,” she whispered. Since she did want it.
“Good girl for telling me that.” He frowned. “Wait, what test did you fail?”
“The one for CPR. They asked for volunteers to do a First-Aid course for work. I got kicked out after the first day and told not to come back.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. Really. The instructor told me that if I ever needed to perform CPR on someone, that the person was basically screwed. It was rude, really. I wasn’t that bad.”
He shook his head. “I’ve never heard of someone failing a First-Aid class.”
“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Isabelle. I am a First-Aid failure. Do not go into cardiac arrest around me. It was my mouth-to-mouth, I think. I just couldn’t master it.”
“I’m sure I can help with that,” he drawled.
Whoa. Double meaning.
Their server returned to take their orders, saving her from having to say anything to that.
They both ordered porterhouse steak with vegetables and mashed potatoes.
She searched for a topic of conversation, seeing as he seemed to be content with just staying silent and staring at her. And the more he stared at her, the wetter she became.
“Should have brought an extra pair of panties.”
“What was that?” he asked.
Oh God. Oh no!
“Did you enjoy the fair?” she blurted out. “Did you try some rides? We were on the rollercoaster for like five seconds before I felt like getting off.” Oh my God! It got worse. “The ride! Off the ride!”
He started to laugh. A big, booming laugh that had everyone staring over at them. That wouldn’t have worried her if it wasn’t for the fact that she was as red as a tomato.
She dropped her head forward, smashing it into the table.
Ouch. That really hurt.
“Careful!” Remy said in a sharp voice. Suddenly, he was crouching next to her. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“Is it possible to feel pain when you don’t have a brain?” she asked woefully. “Also, that rhymed.”
“Look at me.”
Huffing out a sigh, she straightened, rubbing her head. She couldn’t look anywhere. She was way too embarrassed. “Can you run?”
“Run?”
“Yeah. Run. Because we’re gonna have to make a run for it.”
