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“What in the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get this address?”

Her hand shot to her mouth and she went bug-eyed. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “Uhhm.” She leaned to the side, and peered beyond me, into the living room. After a short pause, she looked up. “This is awkward, huh?”

“What?” I crossed my arms and gave her a stern glare. “Where’s my fuckin’ money?”

“I don’t have it. Not yet.”

Completely confused, and in slight shock that she had somehow found me, I stared at her in disbelief. “Then why the fuck are you here?”

She leaned to the side again, and nodded her head toward the living room. “I’m uhhm. I’m the. I’m your father’s new caregiver. Home Healthcare, LLC sent me”

It was like a bad fucking dream.

“God damn it, you big dumb fucker. Let her in,” my father shouted.

“Are you fucking shitting me?” I asked, my eyes still locked on hers. “You’re here for the job?”

She swallowed heavily and then grinned a shallow grin. “Uh huh.”

“She ain’t coming in,” I said over my shoulder.

“She sure as fuck can’t help me from out on the fuckin’ porch,” he yelled. “Let her in.”

“She ain’t coming in.”

“Why the fuck not?” he shouted.

“Because.”

The bike crushing nurse and I continued our stand-off. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Pop started laughing.

“She’s the one you wrecked into, isn’t she?”

“Enough, old man,” I said without breaking my stare.

“Look. I’ve been working part-time since I graduated from nursing school.”

She paused, and met my gaze. Her eyes were gorgeous, and I wasn’t about to fall prey to them. I shifted my eyes away as she continued.

“This is…this will be my first full-time job. And, I need this income to pay for your bike. It’s a win-win for us both. Without this?” She shrugged. “We’re both screwed.”

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I mumbled.

I stepped onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind me. “I might, and I mean I fucking might let you do this.”

“I already told you I was sorry about your bike, and I am. There’s no sense and going over it,” she said. “My window didn’t work, my A/C was broken, and I opened my door to cool off. It’s not like I pulled out in front of you or ran a red light.”

I huffed out a sigh and glanced at her tits. She made a point. Shit happens to the best of us.

“I’m a really good nurse.” She raised her index finger. “Top of my class. And I love helping people.”

I looked her up one side and down the other. Her scrubs fit her like a second skin. She was cute as fuck, and she was damned sure built for fucking, but there was one problem. She was small, and my father was a big man. It’d be tough for her to move him from his recliner to his wheelchair.

“He weighs two and a quarter. And he’s 6’-5. You’ve got to be able to pick him up from his chair, get him in his wheel chair, and then get him onto the toilet so he can take care of his business.” I shook my head. “You’re not big enough.”

“I am, too,” she snapped back.

“You’re a tiny little bitch,” I said. “And--”