Amy Daws

“You’re always here from what I can tell,” he huffs, setting his water bottle down and grabbing his apple. He sits back in his chair and rubs it on his chest before taking a bite. “Always here and always eating pie.”

“You enjoy the ambiance of heartbroken families dealing with life-and-death situations?”

“Not everything that happens in a hospital is life or death. Last I checked, this place does boob jobs.” With those words, his eyes instantly flash to my chest, and I wish I could take them back because now the dick is most certainly thinking about how my B-cups could do with some augmentation.

“I thought I was going to have to do the Heimlich maneuver on you when we first arrived.”

“We might as well share the ride,”

“—more needy, tons of work, hard to handle,” he finishes my sentence flatly as though he’s talking about the weather. “They aren’t worth it.”

“Aren’t worth what?” I snap, hating his tone.

“They aren’t worth the risk.”

“What?”

My cheeks heat. “I mean…”

He tries and fails to hold back his laughter. “Have you been looking at my dick?”

“I’m not looking at your dick!”

“Did you say I’m hot?”

My lips thin. “I said you could be hot.”

He shakes his head smugly. “First, you notice my dick, and now you’re noticing my hotness. This is a strange way of flirting. Some might even call it creepy.”

“You want to talk about creepy flirting?”

“Dean is not a douchebag, and he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend. And he’s a good friend. You don’t even know him! Why are you so judgmental of people you don’t even know?”

Josh steps into my space, his tall frame bowing over me as a halo shines behind him from the yellow streetlight. “He doesn’t look at you like just a friend.”

“Well, your winner of a boyfriend certainly wasn’t stepping in to help you. Is that really the kind of man who turns you on? He’s a grade A douchebag, and you could do better.”

“Dean is not a douchebag, and he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend. And he’s a good friend. You don’t even know him! Why are you so judgmental of people you don’t even know?”

Josh steps into my space, his tall frame bowing over me as a halo shines behind him from the yellow streetlight. “He doesn’t look at you like just a friend.”

“He’s a flirt!”