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“You called her an evil troll,” she yelled, and I started laughing ’cause that shit was funny.
“I’m sure she deserved it.”
Kayla sucked in a loud, long, annoyed breath. “Shut up for one second and listen. Talking to you is like talking to the guy version of her.Babies later. Why can’t I work? Why does everyone want me to do something I’m not ready to do?” She said the last few sentences in some silly, mocking tone.
“So?” I pushed, my tone, irritated, because even though Sutton was a redheaded stunner, she was clearly a fucking psychopath.
Why are redheads always the crazy ones?
“She doesn’t want kids yet? Big deal. Is she running an empire I don’t know about? Is she rich, insanely good-looking, and have a fetish for fast cars? Get called names in the press daily? Have men tried to land her for her money?”
Kayla’s lips twisted like she’d bitten into rotten fruit. “Ew. Full of yourself much? And no to all of the above, by the way. I just meant how she has no interest in dating right now, just like you. She always talks about how no guy likes being second to her residency. Just like you. And only other doctors and medical personnel understand her way of life, but she doesn’t want to date any of them because they’re all egotistical assholes who think their shit doesn’t stink,” Kayla said with strength, like she was delivering the closing argument at a trial.
“Interesting.” I smiled a little to myself, but I still wasn’t convinced.
“Yeah. Now that I think about it, you two sort of have a lot in common.” Kayla suddenly grew silent, her eyes looking past me and straight out the window. “How have I never put that together before now?” she practically whispered. “I know why. ’Cause you two hate each other,” she continued talking to herself.
“What are you thinking, Sanderson?” I snapped my fingers once, bringing her focus back to me.
“Maybe we won’t have to use one of those firms after all?” She dragged it out like a question, and I found myself more than a little curious.
“Let me see her picture again. A recent one.” The last time I’d seen the little wannabe fire starter, it was two years ago. A lot could happen to a person in two years.
Kayla pressed some buttons on her phone before turning it toward me. I reached for it and studied the face staring back at me. Long red hair, green eyes, and full lips.
“She’s gorgeous.” The words slipped from my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say them out loud, but fuck it; it was the truth.
“Smart too,” Kayla added, reaching for her phone, and I handed it back, hesitating slightly.
I wanted to text myself that photo so I could look at it later, study it more, or use the way those lips to jerk off to. The image of her holding a lighter toward my nether regions flashed in my mind, and I realized that no sane man jerked off to a chick who wanted to dismember his… well, member.
“Once again, I beg to differ. A lighter, Kayla. She had a lighter aimed at my balls,” I explained.
“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” She waved me off like this sort of thing could happen to anyone. “She never told me what you two were fighting about. Care to fill me in?”
Fighting? We’d been fighting? I barely knew the woman.
“I have no idea. I was hammered that night, remember?”
She threw her head back slightly. “That’s right.” She snapped her fingers. “That was the double-shot bartender party.”
Apparently, one of the bartenders had had some sort of grudge against a rival company of mine. He thought it would be funny to give all the executives and higher-ups double and triple shots of their orders without telling them. Almost everyone was off their rocker before dinner was even served. The only people who had been spared the humiliation were the ones who didn’t drink.
“This might be our only option, Joseph. At least tell me you’ll think about it.”
“Is she taller than you? I can’t run around with a sprite on my arm.” I wasn’t trying to be a dick, but my six-foot-four frame always looked silly in company pictures, standing next to Kayla.
“I’m not a sprite,” she growled, her face looking like a cartoon character, and I couldn’t stop laughing. “But she’s a normal height, gargantuan.”
“How tall isnormalto people like you?” I teased, and her eyes pulled together.
“She’s five-six.”
That worked for me. But I still wasn’t sure that I should be taking an evil troll to these events. “What if she does something crazy again?”
“She won’t,” Kayla pushed. “The next morning, she was mortified about how she’d acted and the things she’d said.”
God, I wish I could remember any of that.
