Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I didn’t choose favorites, and everyone got a turn with the creep, even me.
But today wasn’t my day, thank God.
I wouldn’t have been able to handle him with my current attitude.
“All right, ladies.” I clapped my hands. “Any questions?”
There were a few groans at my chipper attitude—feigned as it was—but mostly everyone smiled back at me.
“Only one, boss lady.” One of our newest, and youngest, nurses asked, “Is Mr. Hotty over there with you?”
I turned around to find Finnian leaning against the wall by the wing’s entrance, and I felt my belly start to fill with butterflies.
“Uhh.” My mouth went completely dry. “Yeah…”
“Hey, brother,” Chevy said as he passed his friend. “You’re not here for me this time, are you?”
Finnian shook his head, a smile curving his lips.
It was so languid and lazy that I felt the move in my dusty, covered-in-cobwebs vagina.
“I was sure hoping that coffee was for me,” he grumbled. “Catch you later.”
“Later,” Finnian said as he waited patiently for me.
I turned back to the nurses, patient care technicians, and all other staff personnel who would be keeping patients alive today. “Let me know if I can help.”
Everyone left, and I moved to my computer to sign in to make sure that I didn’t have anything I needed to take care of immediately before heading toward Finnian who was still patiently waiting for me to come to him.
Why was it such a turn-on that he was so patient and didn’t push?
And why was he here?
I walked up to him and said, “What are you doing here?”
His full lips quirked at the edges when he extended his hand and held out a coffee toward me.
I looked at the cup. “Umm…”
“Don’t worry.” He chuckled. “I hacked into your email and got the exact thing you order and where. It’s your usual.”
Not believing him, but thankful that he’d put forth the effort to get me something, I took a hesitant sip.
Then my eyes widened. “You got me my actual order!”
“I told you I hacked into your email,” he teased.
I had no clue how he’d gotten my order, but I imagined he’d called up here to ask.
Or asked his friends.
Aella would know my order.
Chevy might, but my bet was on Aella.
“Well, thank you,” I replied softly, my heart now in my throat at the thoughtful act. “I didn’t have time to do it today.”
Well, I might’ve had time, but I certainly didn’t have the money.
I didn’t get coffee very often, so this was definitely a treat.
“You’re welcome.” His eyes took in my face, taking in every single tiny cut. “You look pretty rough.”
I scrunched up my nose. “I know. I’m just waiting for everyone to start asking questions.”
“You look hopeful that they won’t,” he mused.
I took a heftier sip of my vanilla latte and savored the swallow before replying.
“I’m a nice person, but I’m not super friendly with anyone that I work with,” I explained. “They like me as a boss because I’m more than happy to let them have their own free will. I don’t micromanage, and I’m helpful when they need me. Usually, they leave me to my own devices.”
“Why’s that?” he wondered. “You don’t like them?”
“I love all of them.” I shook my head, suddenly finding it important that he knew why I wasn’t super good friends with them. “But I’m fairly introverted and I’m already out of my comfort zone with the boss thing. I never really wanted to be the charge nurse. It kind of just fell in my lap, and no one’s asked to take it back yet.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” he admitted. “But I do suggest you think about one thing.”
My brows lifted as I stared at him. “What’s that?”
“Once you stop caring about what others think, the second half of your life begins.”
His words hit me right in the solar plexus.
I would’ve continued to flounder there, trying to recover from the impact his words had on me, but a soft, hesitant voice said, “Apollo?”
Finnian stiffened beside me and turned slightly, his gaze finding a very pretty young woman that had his jaw clenching upon the sight of her.
I instinctually moved closer to him, my front brushing his side, as I gave him silent support without pushing too far.
He reached out and caught my hand, his hand clenching mine in a death grip, and said, “Aurora.”
The way he said her name had me feeling like he knew her well, but didn’t like that he knew her well.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her gaze flicking from me to the man at my side and back. “Did you come to see Dad?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but Finnian seemed to stiffen even more. “No.”
The woman’s face fell. “Then what are you doing here?”
“You lost the right to question me about my whereabouts when you asked for a divorce, Aurora.”