Angellica
Oh, fuck. That’s all I can think in my head. Is this shit really even happening? Dear, God, it’s me Angellica, what the fuck? Okay? How can one person’s luck seriously be this bad? I can’t figure it out. And trust me I’m trying.
Imagine my surprise when I’m off having a good day with my man that I finally feel better. I can surprise my man with some post run surprises of the naked variety. Only to to find him surprising me by really making love to me in the shower. He might not have said the words, but I saw them. I felt them. Fuck, now I sound crazy. I wonder if any of those meds I’m on have any lasting side effects or ramifications. Like insanity.
Then Cody hustles us off to lunch at the diner and we’re having a really great time. Sure, sometimes he makes a face that says he might be suffering from dysentery, but that’s ok. I’m a nurse. I can pop an IV line with fluids in my sleep. But he holds my hand and talks to me. He laughs with me. So I think we’re all good.
That is until he goes to the restroom. And he’s in there for a really long freaking time. He might really have dysentery. Or at the very least a case of ptomaine poisoning. I saw some highly questionable things in his refrigerator this morning while I looking for something to eat before I gnawed my own arm off. Seriously! I am not one of those girls that can survive on half a side salad with no dressing. Jesus, eat a cheeseburger. I’m just glad Cody didn’t come home sooner. I had already had a power bar, two slim jims, why Mr. I-only-eat-healthy has them in his pantry I don’t know, I didn’t ask, I just ate them. And a block of cheese. The yogurt was a chaser. I’m a bad eater, I will admit, but not that bad. After three days of soup broth and tea, my body went into survival mode and it was about to get real.
So, Cody is in the restroom for a curious amount of time and I’m sitting at our table waiting for him, thinking about how great my life is right now. You know, rule number one of things you should never do! And then BAM! Jackass Joe sits down across from me in the booth where Cody just was sitting.
“To what do we owe the displeasure of your visit, doctor?” I ask in my best artificial sweet voice.
“Don’t you think this town is beneath you?” He asks back, bored.
“No,” I reply honestly.
“Come now, stop playing games,” he says as if he has a right to be mad. I just sit back and fold my arms over my chest, shaking my head no.
“I’m not playing games,” I say honestly. “I’m really happy here.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he says with a smug smile playing on his cruel mouth. “I know you miss me. You can’t possibly have our chemistry with anyone else.” I’m just about to ask him what chemistry if he was banging Nurse Erin, when a big strong body slides into the bench seat next to me and wraps me in his arms.
Cody kisses me like his life depends on it and I swear my toes curl. I grab the front of his t-shirt in my hands and pull him closer to me. Kissing him back. Deeply. There are a few good natured whistles and cat calls around the diner before he releases me.
“She has found great chemistry,” Cody says to Joe with that winning smirk on his face. “With me,” he smiles with his arm around my shoulder and my body pulled tight to his side.
“You’re dating someone? Already?” Joe asks as if I’m the one in the wrong.
“Joe, you were already sleeping with someone else. Before we broke up,” I reminded him.
“That doesn’t count and you know it!” Umm what?
“Uhh, yeah it does.”
“Now, you listen here and you listen good, you little brat,” Joe narrows his eyes on me and leans forward. “I am the best doctor in New York. You do not get to embarrass me. If I say we are not breaking up, we’re not fucking breaking up. And if I say you will get your fat ass on the six o’clock plane to New York, your ass is on the fucking plane. Get it?” He’s shouting. And actually I don’t get it, so I narrow my eyes back at him, but Cody just laughs. I mean really laughs. This cannot be good.
“Look, man, I get it. It burns your pride,” Cody tells Joe in his sexy southern drawl. I never noticed it so much before until it was laid next to Joe’s voice. “But I don’t much take too kindly to people threatening my fiancée.” He drops the bomb. Uhh, what did he just say? I hear gasps go up throughout the diner.
“You cannot be serious.”
“As a heart attack, mister,” Cody says back. “We were just out celebrating. Fixing to go give my mama and Ms. Mable the good news.”
“Oh, God! Mable’s here?” Joe asks scooting lower in his seat. And if I’m not mistaken, Cody sits just a little taller. “That crazy old bat has had it out for me for forever. The first thing I’ll do when we’re married is lock her away in a home,” he smirks at me.
“You will do no such thing, you son of a bitch!” I scream at him as I lunge across the table. “Mable is only fifty four you tool!”
“Now, now, darlin’,” Cody says sweetly as he tightens his grip on my body pulling me back across the table into the safe zone. “If you get arrested for assault we can’t go give Mable the good news.”
“You’re right, baby, I just got a little carried away in the moment,” I smile at him.
“Well, I know all about how you can get swept away in a moment,” he says as he gives me a look that’s meant to tell everyone he’s seen me naked and liked it. I feel my cheeks heat and I look away, smiling. “But let’s just make it the right kind of moment,” he winks at me. Joe narrows his eyes on us again.
“If you’re really engaged, why don’t you have a ring?” He asks looking like the cat that just caught the canary.
“Oh, that’s easy. It’s in the safe at my mama and daddy’s place, just up around the bend from ours,” Cody says.
“But you didn’t give it to her when you proposed?” Joe asks trying to catch us in our lies.
