“Well, I’m off to the fights,” says Cash. “If I don’t see you when I get back, night, you two.”
Damn it! He was supposed to be the buffer. “Good night,” I reply while chastising myself.
I peer at Twitch, and his eyes are soft as he stares back at me. “How was your day?” I ask.Just keep talking, I remind myself,and then go to bed.
“Good. Spent most of the day on the computer.”
“So no time cuddling up with yourgirlfriend?”
Twitch scrunches his nose. “I have no girlfriend.” He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my face. “Why, do you want to be it?” he asks jokingly.
I gently push him away and laugh. “You are trouble!”
He pulls at his leather vest, a gigantic smirk on his face. “Certainly am.”
Knowing I need to change lanes, as it’s getting a little flirty, I ask, “So you never told me, why do they call you Twitch?” Such a strange name.
The smirk is wiped off his face. “I have epilepsy.”
My eyes bulge. “And how do I not know that?” I’m the club doctor after all. “How long have you had it?”
“I was in the army for two years, and one day at training I had a seizure. It was random. Sometimes my hand would jerk when I just woke up, and I’d lose a bit of muscle function, but I thought it was nothing and would just go away by itself. I went to the hospital after the seizure, and they did all types of scans and tests, and the doctor confirmed I had epilepsy.”
My heart constricts as I frown. “Were you okay after the fall?”
“Yes. It was a grand mal seizure, so I don’t remember too much of that day. I remember falling and talking to the hospital doctor afterward, but everything else is hazy.”
I trail my hand along his arm, giving him a sad smile, offering comfort. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
He focuses on my hand. “It’s fine. It was a while ago now. It sucked that I didn’t get to finish my training or serve my country, but it is what it is.”
“How are you managing your epilepsy? Are you on medication now?” I’m concerned. I haven’t seen any notable signs he has epilepsy.
He clips his head in a nod. “I’ve been on medication since the incident and have had no issues. The medication has been doing its job.”
“So no seizures since you’ve been on it?” I ask for clarification.
“That’s right.”
“Have you had an updated scan lately to determine if you still have epilepsy? Some people don’t have it forever.”
He looks away as if in thought. “No, I haven’t. I might look into that.”
“Earl, our neurologist at Crown Village Hospital, is amazing. I’ll give you his details, and you can book an appointment with him. I’ll tell him you’re a close friend, see if he can get you in sooner.”
He gives me a warm smile. “Thanks for that.”
“Of course.” I’d do anything for Twitch. I pause and decide to ask him a question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for a long time. “While we’re on the topic of names, what’s your real name?”
“Reece O’Connah.”
My eyes wander around his gorgeous face to his thick head of wavy hair, those mesmerizing green eyes, and those piercings. “You look like a Reece.”
He chuckles, then brings the glass to his mouth and takes a sip. The movement makes his Adam’s apple bob. I don’t have a clue how, but even him drinking is sexy. I have issues!
“After you were diagnosed, then what happened?”
His lips curve down. “I got medically discharged and went home to my family.”
