"If I loved him, I would have agreed to take the three-karat ring he tried to place on my finger. Instead, I went running."
"That's awkward," I concede, placing the magazine back down.
"Not as uncomfortable as telling him I didn't want to be with him anymore after he picked me up from what appeared to be your motel room. You know, where you were standing almost naked in the doorway while your girlfriend was waiting for you on the bed."
"That woman isn't my girlfriend." The exact moment the words come out of my mouth, I know I just set myself up for a more in-depth array of questions.
A nurse walks over to us, interrupting this very uncomfortable discussion, and hands Haven a handful of gauze. "Hold that up to your leg, sweetie. The pressure will help stop the bleeding. It'll just be a few more minutes."
“Thank you,” Haven offers while unsteadily trying to press the gauze up to her leg.
“Do you need a blanket?” the nurse asks, seeming concerned. “You’re shivering.”
“Yes, please.” Haven answers her quickly before turning back to me as if she needs something. Staring coldly into my eyes for a moment, I’m not so sure I can decipher the look she’s burning me with, but I know she’ll share her thoughts, just like she was always so good at doing.
“What is it?” I press.
"Whatever the naked woman is to you, I hope you used protection, and took a shower afterward." Her cute sarcasm is accented by an even cuter smirk.
I cock my head to the side, giving her a look she can read without a word needing to be said.
Once again, I’m saved by the nurse as Haven's name is called from the doorway.
I stand up to join her, but the nurse places her hand up while pinning me with her strained glare. "We're going to get some intake information from Haven first. Once we're through, you can join her."
Intake. Is that short for interrogation?
Haven looks at me with a knowing grimace, understanding more and more the real effects of what her little lie caused seven years ago.
