Sweet Nothing(8)

“You screenin’ your calls now, J? Look, man. I know you’re out there starting your new life in the big city and all, but you can’t just forget about everyone you left behind. Call me, man.” The line went dead and my finger hovered over the number nine before I clicked it, erasing the message.

I hurried my pace as I shoved the phone back into my pocket, promising myself I’d call Joe later, even though I knew it was a lie.

The past needed to stay just that: the past. I wasn’t ready to deal with home. Not yet, anyway.

“Hey, man. You look like shit,” Quinn called out. He pulled open the ambulance door and tossed a small black bag inside.

“Your mom didn’t think so,” I shot back, rolling my head from shoulder to shoulder to ease the tension in my neck.

“That’s f*cked up, man.”

“What’s f*cked up is that thing she did with a beer bottle.”

Quinn shook his head. “I’m telling her not to cook for you anymore. You’re a twisted *.” He held out a can of soda for me and I took it with a grateful nod.

“Twisted *. I think that’s what she called that other move.” He shot me a warning glare and I shrugged. “It’s part of my charm.”





By the time my shift had ended, my eyes felt burned open. The night had been relatively calm compared to most, but that didn’t mean it was easy. I’d dealt with a choking victim and a lost child before things kicked up a notch and we helped a man who had suffered a tragic table-saw incident. Usually, flirting with the nurses in the ER made the night bearable, but I was far too exhausted to mutter any one-liners as we flew in and out of the hospital.

I hurried home and took Dax out for a walk before crashing from exhaustion.

My self-induced coma only lasted a few hours before my phone began to ring. I answered it while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“This better be important,” I groaned, rolling onto my back.

“Twins.”

I sat up, blinking open my eyes. “What the f*ck are you talking about, Quinn?”

“Fucking twins, Josh. Blondes with some tig ole bitties. Get down to Corner Hole, bro. They told me to call a friend.”

I glanced at the bright red numbers on the alarm clock beside my bed before stifling a yawn.

“You owe me a beer,” I grumbled.

“You help me seal the deal with these chicks, I’ll give you my firstborn.”

“I’ll just take the beer.” I clicked to end the call before tossing the phone next to me on the bed. “This better be worth the time,” I mumbled to myself. I slipped out of bed and padded my way down the narrow hall to the bathroom. Even splashing ice-cold water on my face did little to snap me from exhaustion.

I dressed quickly, not bothering to double-check how I looked before heading out into the cool night air.

Corner Hole bar was located almost exactly halfway between my building and St. Ann’s. Because of the location it was the bar of choice for hospital staff, making that horrible little dive perfect for fraternizing.

Being a weeknight, the place was practically empty, but a few familiar faces popped into view, one of which made me smile. Avery looked shocked when her gaze settled on mine, but she quickly worked her way through the crowd toward me.

“Thank God you’re here,” she said as my chest puffed out from the surprise greeting.

“It’s good to see you too.”

“I need you.” Her thin, long fingers circled around my wrist as she pulled me toward the bar. I zeroed in on the door to the backroom. It would be the perfect place for us to fool around.

“Whoa, Avery. I’m into you too, but I didn’t think you were that kind of girl,” I joked.

She didn’t find it funny, instead glancing back over her shoulder to glower at me. “No, pervert. There is this guy over here who won’t leave me alone. I figured you could help a girl out?” She cocked her eyebrow and waited for my response.

“Lead the way. I’ll teach the * a lesson.”

Avery pulled me toward the bar. Her friend was waving at her with a forced smile plastered on her face, and standing next to her was a very sloppy-drunk Quinn.

“You’ve got to be f*cking kidding me,” I mumbled, stopping in front of him. Two very pissed off women were waiting for me to do something.

“I believe you know Quinn, the *.” Avery swooped her hand out in his direction dramatically, fighting against a smirk.

Clearing my throat, I struggled to appear serious. “What’s going on, man?”

“Fucking twins,” he said too loudly as he pointed to the women. I stifled a laugh as I noted the distinct differences between Avery and her friend. Quinn had to be wasted to think they were in any way related. The friend had dark hair that hung just past her shoulders and huge tits. Her curves were a contrast to her sharp features, and to Avery’s blonde hair and athletic build.

I patted his shoulder. “I don’t think they’re twins, buddy.”

“No, no, no. Listen,” he slurred as he put his arm around the brunette’s shoulder and pointed his finger in her face. “This one is Bed. How great is that?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She smacked him hard across the chest. “My name is Deb, you *.”