Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He was everything I hated in a man, and I knew without a single doubt in my mind that I would never go on another date with him.
I was so stupid. Agreeing to go on the date was going to make it incredibly awkward when I turned him down for future dates and then I’d have to see him at work.
Yeah, the date idea was incredibly stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
All of it had been done just so I could avoid Linc, and honestly, I wasn’t sure why I’d done it.
It’d been a split-second decision to say yes to him, and I was regretting it now.
I knew that if I didn’t have a valid excuse to give to Linc, he’d take my no as a yes and take me out to lunch. Then I’d start spending time with him, and my stupid, traitorous heart would fall in love with him all over again.
And honestly, I wasn’t sure that my heart could take any more of him leaving me behind.
I already thought about him too much as it was.
“Are you even paying attention to what I’m saying?” Tyson asked.
I frowned and focused back on the man who was clearly not on my mind and smiled—or at least I tried to.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” I apologized. “My stomach hurts.”
Tyson lifted his lip in a silent snarl. “The stomach bug that’s been going around at work?”
My heart soared. “Yes. Maybe. I think I should be going home now.”
Tyson stood up and backed away, his eyes a little wide.
I stood up before he could protest and started toward the parking lot.
It took me until I was at the door to realize that I hadn’t driven—Tyson had.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
I contemplated turning around for a whole two point five seconds and then decided against it.
I didn’t want to be in Tyson’s presence any longer.
There was only so much I could hear about how well he had done in school, and how if I was studying more, I’d be doing better.
Hell, a broken heart was almost preferable to listening to this jerkface treat me as if I was a lesser being because I didn’t want to continue further with my schooling.
I pushed through the double doors and contemplated my next step.
It was only after I’d gotten to the parking lot that I saw the biker leaning against his bike.
I narrowed my eyes at Linc and stalked over to him.
“What are you doing here?” I growled, crossing my arms.
“Getting lunch,” he lied. “Why?”
Yeah, right.
He didn’t answer.
“You don’t like sushi,” I countered.
Linc’s lips twitched. “I’ve heard that tastes change as you age. Maybe mine have.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re full of shit.”
“Where’s your date?” he asked.
I almost told him exactly what I thought of my date, but then Linc’s mouth kicked up at the corner, causing me to feel like punching him instead of explaining anything.
This cocky, rude man was the reason I’d said yes to the date in the first place.
Now I remembered.
I looked behind me to see Tyson exiting without any to-go boxes full of his leftovers, and I had a moment of sadness realizing I wouldn’t get to finish my California Roll. That one was my favorite, and I didn’t get to have it very often because I was trying to pay for school without taking out any more loans—which wasn’t really working out all that well for me.
Though I made fairly decent money as a nurse, I was the low man on the totem pole. I was the first one to get sent home if we were slow, and the last one considered for overtime. I never got any of the good overtime days with the holiday pay because the other nurses wanted to work them to get the time and a half plus the holiday pay bonuses.
Meaning I was left either not working on those days or complaining about it to get one of those shifts—and I would not complain. I wanted my fellow nurses to like me. I wanted to have friends.
“Uhhh,” I hesitated. “Tyson, are you ready to go?”
Tyson looked like I’d just asked him a question he couldn’t answer, and I had a bad feeling about what was about to come out of his mouth next.
“I’m sorry, Conleigh. I don’t think that’s a good idea. My car’s pretty small, and you might pass that bug to me…that would be bad. I don’t deal with sickness well.”
I heard Linc’s low, slow chuckle behind me. Then he opened his mouth.
“Aren’t you in the medical field?” he asked.
How would he know that?
I frowned and looked at Linc to see his eyes full of mischief and gleaming with excitement.
Goddammit, why did he have to look so good?
“Yes,” Tyson admitted, momentarily stealing my attention from the way Linc looked.
“Then you should be used to sick people,” Linc countered. “But I’ll do you a solid this one time. I’ll take her home, and you don’t worry about ever talking to her again. Sound good?”