I meet her eyes in the mirror. “I care very much about what pleases you.”
She scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous. Just keep your hands to yourself, O’Connor, and I’ll do the same. There’s no reason we can’t be civil.”
“You? Civil.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself? What if I don’t want to be civil?”
She makes a disbelieving sound in the back of her throat. “You’re only saying that to fuck with my head. I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with you. Tell Bren and Tadhg what I said. And for God’s sake, don’t do anything else like this while I’m gone today.”
I watch her all the way out of my room, then I call Bren and Tadhg to give them the day off.
My wife is up to something.
Because she wouldn’t have let me kiss her otherwise.
She wanted me to. Let me touch her. Get close to her. And she never would have done that unless there was something she wanted. Or wanted me to ignore.
And I’m going to find out exactly what it is and why.
CHAPTER 16
CATRIONA
Me
Emergency meeting. Please tell me you’re not at the hospital.
Yasmine
I’m always at the hospital. You’ll end up burying me here. Why? Do you need a doctor? Call 911, you idiot.
Me
Can’t you stop saving lives for once? I don’t need a doctor. This is what I’m dealing with.
*picture of my name on O’Connor’s knuckles*
Yasmine
He didn’t. Are you shitting me? Why is this so hot? It shouldn’t be, right?
Me
He did. I’m going insane. I need to talk to you about this. Girls’ night? SOON. And it’s not hot. It’s demented.
Yasmine
Color me intrigued. Tomorrow? Movie night at your house
Me
You’re on.
Yasmine
The people of New Orleans are lucky I’m such a consummate professional. Otherwise, I’d leave them to their various traumas to dive into the drama. I’ll be there after my shift at 4.
