Page 29 of Betrothed
“Go home. Get some rest.”
“I will. I just need to update his chart.”
“That’s what you always say and I find you here an hour later. That tells me you have zero social life.” Her laugh lit up the floor as it always did. A happy go lucky woman. If only I could be that way.
I’d yet to hear from my cousin, which meant she was having the time of her life.
You bet I was envious. In my mind I’d made up a half dozen scenarios of flying off somewhere with Kirill. A heavy, unwanted sigh burned my lungs. How long was I going to continue torturing myself?
“I’ll have you know I have a great social life.”
“When was the last date you went on?” Her glare was pointed.
My thoughts immediately wrapped around the amazing twelve hours. Not that I could call the time spent with the sexy Russian a date, but…
“I’m dedicated to my work.”
She cocked her head. “You went to Italy and were surrounded by sexy men right and left and you didn’t enjoy a little hanky-panky with even one?”
“Hanky-panky? No! I was at my sister’s wedding.”
“The best scenario in the world for hookups.”
My turn to laugh. “Says who?”
“Cosmopolitan Magazine. You know, they have their monthly tips on dating and romance.”
“What’s number two?”
“You don’t want to know. Seriously. Didn’t you find anyone interesting while you were there?”
When I shrugged, she slapped my arm.
“You did. Spill the tea,” she insisted.
“Mum is the word. Other than I had a fabulous flight.”
“You are so bad.”
We both laughed until we were interrupted by a strange sound.
Thump.
The noise broke the frivolous conversation completely. Maybe because I’d been taught to pay close attention to strange sounds. Coming from down a long, shadowed hallway, given the dimlighting and the fact no one was walking the halls, the sound was jarring for both of us.
“What the hell was that?” Emily asked.
I leaned back into an arch so I could see more clearly down the hallway. Seeing nothing, I took a deep breath. The dark hallway reminded me of a cheesy horror movie. “Maybe a nurse was trying to grab a box from the storage room and dropped it.”
“Must have been a heavy ass box. But you’re right. Wouldn’t be a doctor.”
We both laughed nervously until there was another sound that I couldn’t easily identify. But we looked at each other. “I’m going to go check it out.”
“Are you crazy? What if there’s a monster hiding in the storage room?” Her grip on my arm was white knuckled.
“Really? A monster?”
Emily shrugged. “You never know. Should I call security?”
