“A Greek god, huh?” I ask.
I fold her dress and place it on a chair, then pull up the blankets and cover her.
“He thinks he loves me,” she whispers.
“He does,” I agree. There’s no way she’ll remember this conversation.
“But it will pass. He’ll leave me. Everyone leaves me,” she says, and the tears begin falling down her face.
“No, he won’t leave you,” I tell her, wiping her tears away with my thumbs.
I need to get Kyle. Her skin feels like it’s on fire against my hands.
“He will never leave you,” I repeat.
Wide green eyes meet mine and she sighs.
“Remember, I’m a Greek god. I know these things, but you can’t tell anyone I told you. Can’t have people knowing these things.”
“Oh,” she says softly. “Wow, thank you,” she replies before drifting off again.
I lay the blanket over her to keep her warm. Then I place a kiss on her brow and get up to get Kyle.
“You’re an asshole,” he says as he washes his hands again.
I furrow my brow at him. “How so?” He’s the one being an asshole, the dick.
“Lying to her like that.” His voice has an edge to it, a bitterness I’ve never heard before. What is he getting on about?
I watch him as he puts on his gloves and places a blue band around her tiny arm and feels for a vein.
“I didn’t lie to her. And about what?” I ask, and yes, my tone is clipped, angry. My best friend is being a colossal prick.
“As soon as a new piece of ass comes along, you’re going to drop Mikayla. You’re gonna have her move here for you, work for my tiny practice and when the novelty of the hot chick wears off, you’re gonna drop her and go out fucking some buckle bunny or two,” he accuses.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, taken aback by the accusation.
I’d never cheated in my life. Even when I was married to that bitch of an excuse of a human, I never strayed. The very thought of it makes me sick.
“You’ve never wanted to date, now all of a sudden…”
“She’s the girl, you jackass. She’s the girl from the restaurant,” I tell him even though it’s none of his fucking business. “I haven’t been with anyone since the day I met her. Hell, even a month before that! I may not have wanted a girlfriend before, but I do now. She’s it for me,you asshole,” I bite back angrily. “Thirty-five fucking years and you don’t know me for shit! You want to know why I’ve been so off lately? It’s because I missed her. I thought I’d lost my chance. But she’s here, and I’m not playing around.”
I stand up. I’m so pissed off. I would punch him if I didn’t need him in top form to care for Mikayla!
“I love her, asshole,” I yell, turning back to him.
“Good,” he says, removing his gloves and tossing them in the trash.
“Good?” I ask. I shut my eyes and place my fingers over them and press. “Do I have a fever?”
The asshole grabs the thermometer, runs it over my forehead and shakes his head. “Nope, ninety-eight point six.” He smiles.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Yes, just wanted to make sure,” he says, patting me on the shoulder.
Walking to a closet, he opens the door and pulls out a yellow bin and a sponge. Then he turns around and walks over to the sink. He turns it on, places his fingers under the tap and then places the tub under the stream.
