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“Are you going to do it?”
I stabbed my spoon into the ice cream and cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Delaney sputtered in my ear.
I scooped a mound of mint chip ice cream onto my spoon. “I mean, I don’t know what I’m going to do. On one hand, it’s ridiculous of me to even consider because I know nothing about Roc, but on the other, can I really turn my nose up at an easy two thousand dollars a week? I could take that money and use it for a getaway to Maui or something.”
Work had been exhausting and seeing my ex all of the time was taking a toll on me. A vacation sounded pretty good right about now.
“You can go to Maui without having to babysit a couple of weeks, Mave. You’re a doctor.”
I had been reminded of that many times tonight. “I know, Del. I just...I mean...is helping Roc for a couple of weeks for some easy cash that bad of an idea?”
After all, the guy had two broken legs. If he drove me crazy, all I had to do was walk away.
“I don’t know if you’re crazy for doing this or brilliant,” Delaney muttered.
“You and me both, girl.” I shoveled the scoop of ice cream into my mouth and mulled over being Roc’s personal nurse. It was crazy. Then why hadn’t I just said no? Because I knew I couldn’t turn down that much money so easily.
“He is good-looking.”
My breath caught, and I stopped chewing.
“You know, for an older guy,” Delaney continued. “If I was in his age range, he would definitely be on my radar.”
“Sounds like I might need to give Jay a heads up that his boss might be in the running to steal his girl.”
Delaney laughed. “Only if I age a good ten years in my sleep tonight.”
Roc was good-looking. For a cranky man with only racing and cars on the brain. “I’m not going to help him out because he’s hot.”
Delaney crowed into the phone. “So you think he’s hot!”
“So do you, Del. You just said it.”
“Nah, girl. I said he was good-looking, not that he was hot. Hot is in a whole different ball park from good-looking. I can say the bag boy at the grocery store is good—looking and no one would bat an eye at it. But as soon as I would say he was hot, you better believe people are going to think I’m crushing on the seventeen-year-old and ready to have his babies as soon as he turns eighteen.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Jay shouted in the background. “I go to visit Roc at the hospital and you leave me for the bag boy at the store?”
“Whoops,” I gasped. Of course Jay would walk in at the worst time. “I’ll let you explain to Jay what you mean.”
“I’ll ask him what he thinks about you going over to—”
“No,” I shouted. I did not need anyone else's opinion on me and Roc. All it was going to do was confuse me even more. “You will not ask him anything about it.”
“But how are you going to decide what to do?”
“By myself.”
I had already decided what I was going to do. I was a doctor and made extremely good money, but I could help Roc and have a nice chunk of change to blow on a vacation.
“So this means I’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow?”
“Have a good night, Del.” I hung up without actually answering her and tossed my phone on the couch next to me.
I was going to be Roc’s personal nurse for couple weeks or so.
This was going to be interesting, but at least I knew it would all be worth it when I was lying on the beach surrounded by cabana boys and tall margaritas.
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