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He squinted, and I took pity on him and turned on the small flashlight I kept next to my nightstand when I slept in foreign places.
His face lit up when he saw me, and I knew I’d made the right decision.
He’d missed me just like I’d missed him.
“Good day?” he asked, ignoring my Witcher comment.
I thought about that one before I answered. “We lost a young kid today who decided to test out the ice thickness at his local pond. By the time they were able to cut him out from where he’d fallen in, he was about sixty feet from where he started, and had been in there for over an hour.”
His expression fell, and he looked away. “We lost one today, too. A young boy.”
My heart felt for him. “Oh-for-two.”
“Oh-for-two,” he agreed. “How was your dinner with your friend?”
I laughed.
My friend, Shayne, wasn’t having a good day, either.
Mostly because my brother had decided to stop by on his way to an unknown location, and Shayne had seen him.
“Not good,” I explained. “Did I ever tell you that Shayne and Quinn used to date?”
His brows shot up. “No.”
“They did,” I nodded my head. “And I’ve never been privy to why they broke up. Only that they did. And now every time he’s near her, or she sees him, she goes into this downward spiral. I’m pretty sure that after she left, she punctured his tire with a knife.”
Keene thought I was joking, but I wasn’t.
“What makes you think that?” he asked curiously.
“Well, just the way that she left, I guess. She didn’t know that he was coming—I didn’t either—and so she actually saw him today. Usually, she’s able to duck out before he sees her, or she sees him. And today, she got so irrationally angry when she saw him and pulled something out of her purse before she left, muttering about kicking his ass.”
Keene shook his head, his face filled with laughter. “I can’t wait to meet her. She sounds like a spitfire.”
“She is,” I confirmed. “And she’s excited to meet you, too. I’ve, uh, told her a lot about you.”
The grin that spread across his face was nothing short of fantastic.
“That’s good,” he said. “That means you actually give a shit what your best friend thinks about me. Correct me if I’m wrong, but that means I’m a little bit in there, right?”
A ‘little bit’ was an understatement.
A lot would be more apt.
I usually had no problem focusing on work when I was in the middle of it—having ADHD was a bitch sometimes—but lately…
“Today I was in the middle of starting an IV on some man, and all I could think about was the way that your arms look, and how easy it would be to start an IV on you,” I mused.
His face once again flashed with a grin, but then his eyes sobered as he moved.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“What?” he hedged.
“Keene!” I cried. “Was that pain?”
He opened his mouth, and then closed it. “Well…”
