“Sorry.” She cringes, placing her small pad over her face as though she could hide behind it.
“Hi Pamela,” Mikayla says.
“So, I take it you’re together now.” Pamela grimaces.
“Are you gonna be okay serving us?” Mikayla asks kindly.
“What would you all like?” Pamela gives a fake smile.
“She’s so gonna spit in your salad again,” Mikayla says with a laugh.
“What?” Kyle asks.
I never told him about the dinner when I met Mikayla. I never told him about Mikayla at all.
“I’ll be right back.” I point a finger at my brothers and former best friend. “Stop hitting on my girlfriend.”
“So… she’s your girlfriend now.” Lance teases as I walk away.
I find the owner and explain my situation.
“Look, my girlfriend has had the worst day. I want her laughing,” I explain.
“I’ll take your table, Caine, don’t worry,” the owner says.
I walk back, and of course, Kyle has moved to my seat.
“Excuse me,” I say, before grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off my chair.
“Jesus, Caine! I’m only fucking with you,” Kyle says, laughing at me. His brown eyes twinkle with assholery as he chuckles.
“Hey, Mom said you’re hiring a nurse,” Hugh says. “Why don’t you hire Mikayla?”
“I’m looking for a nurse?” Kyle asks, his brows furrowed.
“Kyle, your patient wait time is thirty minutes. That’s terrible,” Rabecca says. She looks at Mikayla. “I’m his receptionist.”
“I’m the only doctor in town. What do you want me to do?” he asks with irritation
“Hire a nurse!” Everyone at the table yells together. Annoyance is laced in every single person’s voice.
“Mikayla, would you be willing to interview? I’ll need references,” Kyle says.
“Please, yes!” she says with a huge grin.
“You would move to our tiny town for this piece of shit?” Kyle asks, pointing a finger at me as he leans over the table.
Mikayla sits back and frowns at Kyle. I watch as her cheeks blush. She’s been flushed a lot lately.
“I think you went too far,” Lance says softly, nudging Kyle.
An odd tension hangs over the table as Kyle and Mikayla stare each other down.
“He’s just a dick, sweetheart,” I explain. “He’s basically my brother,” I add.
“If my brother called me a piece of shit, what would you do?” she asks, her eyes snapping to me.
“I’d punch him in the mouth.”
