place, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself when it came to her. I felt bad for her.
She truly was a mean person. But when I met her a few months ago when I got home, she’d somehow gotten me my new job… and I couldn’t blow her off after she’d done something so great for me.
“Fine. But you’re paying. I paid last time.” Brielle stood up and left her trash on the table.
“Are you going to throw all of that away?” I asked curiously, not bothering to argue with her ‘I paid last time’ comment. She was wrong. I’d paid last time, too. At some point, I was going to have to stop being grateful that she’d found me a job.
She looked at the table, then the trash can only a few feet away.
“No,” she said. “That’s not my job to do, it’s theirs.”
I nearly rolled my eyes but chose to pick her trash up instead. Mine, I packed back into my bag and rolled it up before tucking it into my purse.
Just as I was about to push out of the hospital lunchroom door, Brielle caught my attention once again.
“You have toilet paper on your shoe.”
I looked down and, sure enough, I did have toilet paper on my shoe.
And something brown was on it.
Gross.
I kicked my leg and attempted to flick the tissue off.
I stepped out of the way as I tried to get the stupid toilet paper off without touching it as the door at my back was pushed open and an amused man said, “Need help?”
I looked up into the piercing green eyes—eyes that practically glowed with enjoyment—of Saint Nicholson, and froze.
His chestnut-colored hair was curly and beautiful, and I practically itched to sink my fingers into the locks. To wind a couple of those curls around my fingers. And holy God, he had a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses hanging from his shirt collar. Where had those come from?
“I’ll make it,” I grumbled, trying not to allow my eyes to slide down the length of his body like I wanted to.
But it was inevitable.
The man was hot as fuck.
He was tall, way taller—by at least a foot—than my five-foot-three. He was bigger around, too.
Where I had curves, he had lean hardness.
Where I had fat, he had nothing but muscle.
And the uniform he was wearing only added to his sexiness.
I had a thing for cops.
I’d dated three in my life.
None seriously or anything. A couple of months each.
But none of them had been as drop-dead gorgeous as the man currently grinning at me.
He moved forward, pressing his body close to mine, and then stepped onto the toilet paper with his booted foot.
His big, booted foot.
Like, way bigger than my size sevens.
Just as quickly as his body touched mine, he was away from me, and the toilet paper was no longer clinging to my foot.
He’d just taken a step back, closer to the counter, when a screaming man hustled into the room.
And his eyes were aimed on Brielle.
“You bitch!” the man yelled, shoulder-checking me on the way to get into Brielle’s face.
Brielle flinched and backed away, her back hitting the counter where she’d been standing next to me watching me struggle.
Before the man could get into Brielle’s face, however, Saint had him by the arm and he was hauling him backward.
The barista behind the counter, a young man in his early twenties who’d grudgingly served Brielle despite her nastiness to him, watched in interest.
The only two other people in the room, a mother and daughter, stood up from their table.
“Whoa,” Saint said as he took hold of the man’s arm and pushed him backward so that he wasn’t crowding either Brielle or me too closely.
“Get the fuck out of my face, moron,” Brielle snapped. “Why are you even here?”
“Why am I here?” he growled. “I’m here because you set me up with someone that has goddamn Ebola! Now I’m in quarantine, or supposed to be, for the next three weeks! And if I have to be there, so the fuck do you!”
Saint let go of his arm as if he had, well, Ebola.
“Ladies, gentlemen,” a guy wearing a yellow decontamination suit said. “You’ll have to come with me.”
The man sneered at Brielle. “This is all your fucking fault. Would it have fucking killed you to go out on a date with me? You had to send me on a fake date?”
I had no clue what was going on, but I was sure that I wasn’t going to