Page 8 of Sexy Bad Boss

“No. I want to go home. Or, I suppose, to Paynt and Chloe’s.” I guess I can’t shirk my duty as goat-sitter, even if the animal damn nearly killed me last night.

The doctor shakes her head, and for a moment, I wish Garrett were still single, because he’d probably be hitting on her and she’d be all doe-eyed and he could convince her to release me without even realizing she was doing it. But, truthfully, I like Garrett’s fiancée, and I like the person he’s become since he started dating her, so I suppose I can’t complain too much.

Yes, yes, I can. Because I’m not going to stay at my brother’s house with a duck and a three-year-old. I like my peace and quiet too much. I like having CNBC on in the background, not Bob the Builder or whatever the hell kids watch these days.

“How do you expect to take care of Spot when the doctor’s telling us you can’t even take care of yourself?” Garrett demands, being far too logical for my current state of mind.

“Yes,” the doctor interjects. “You need a caregiver, at least for the first week. We have no idea how you will react to the concussion, or if that amnesia will get worse.”

“You just want to take advantage of my insurance plan.”

The doctor’s demeanor switches from warm and friendly to icy cold in a nanosecond. “Contrary to your very rude opinion, Mr. Frost, I happen to be in the business of fixing and saving people. It is my duty to ensure you are safe, whether I like you as a person or not. Now, if you want me to release you, employ a nurse or commit to staying with a family member. Otherwise, get comfortable.”

With those parting words, she storms from the room, leaving me to huff out a frustrated sigh while Garrett laughs so hard he has to swipe tears from his eyes. When he can finally talk again, he says, “You’re a real ladies’ man, aren’t you? No wonder you’re still single. Not many women would be willing to put up with your attitude for the long term.”

“I don’t care what that doctor thinks of me.” My reply is churlish, but I don’t take it back. Unlike my brother, having women fawn over me is not a priority in my life. My personal life has taken a back seat to my business these past few years. Twenty, if I’m counting, which I wouldn’t be if it weren’t for my mother reminding me every time I see her. Besides, I don’t have time to meet women outside the realm of business functions. Can barely tolerate the ones I have met.

Garrett shakes his head and finally tosses my phone into my lap. “So, am I calling a nurse?”

Okay, apparently, for the short term, my personal life needs a little attention too. And frankly, I can think of only one person I’d be able to tolerate twenty-four hours a day for a week straight.

I stare down at the screen, which lights up with calendar appointments and an email notification.

“No. Call Myra.”