Page 61 of Prickly Pair
“Hi Angel,” I sighed. “Is Nick okay?”
“They’re getting him situated. Not supposed to say anything specific, but I think he’ll be okay. He’s strong.” She wiggled her brows as she handed me the clipboard. “Dr. Jacobs has asked me to relay to you to not worry about him. In the meantime, do you think you could fill this out?”
I looked down at the form. It was all information to fill out for Nick, but I didn't know any of this about him. I didn't know who I was supposed to call when he was in trouble. Did he havefamily members? Someone I needed to reach out to? Oh god, what about his cat?
“Don’t fret, darling. Just do what you can,” she said. “Are you gonna be around this Sunday at your parents’? We’re reading a new book.”
“Probably not,” I said. “I may try and swing by, though.” That was a lie. I loved my parents, but I had plans that did not include listening to people gossip for four hours.
“Perfect. Well, just fill out what you can, give it to Beth at the desk, and we’ll do what we can. All right?”
“Thank you,” I said.
Angel smirked and leaned in like she was telling us a secret. “He's quite handsome. I remember that boy from years ago. He was a troublemaker then, but he seems to have turned out just fine.”
“Nick is wonderful,” I said.
June raised a brow at Angel as she kept going on.
“I’m assuming you're the woman that he was supposedly fighting with Austin Whynot about . . .”
Oh god. Was the news really spreading that fast? Fucking small towns. My temples throbbed, but June interjected.
“Angel, that’s just gossip,” June said. “You know how people talk.”
“All right, all right. But all of you keep dating each other, so I guess I wouldn’t be surprised if those two were dueling over you.”
“This is not Medieval Times,” June quipped. “There will be no duels.”
Angel was unfazed by June’s scolding tone. “Mm-hmm. We’ll see. Lucky guys. I’ve been telling your mom forever that all the single men in this town are stupid. You’re such a catch.”
“Okay,” I exhaled. “Thanks, Angel. I’ll fill this out.”
She winked and left us. The moment she was out of earshot, June and I looked at each other.
“For fuck’s sake,” she muttered. “I love Whynot.”
“And I hate Whynot.”
She nodded in agreement. “Yep.”
I blew out a breath as I read over the form. “If he has to stay overnight, I’ll need to go by his place. He has a cat named Lucky.”
I hadn’t met Lucky yet, but I was good with cats. I loved them.
June’s brows shot up. “You've known him for a week, and you already want to take care of his cat?”
“Shut up,” I hissed under my breath.
“Been one hell of a week.”
“It sure has.”
“Is your burn doing okay?”
“Yeah.” We both looked down at my forearm and the dressings wrapped around it. “No more hospitals for the rest of the year, I hope.”
“Me too.”
