“I go to school.”
“Oh yeah, UNLV?”
“Yeah,”
“What do you study there?”
“Nursing.”
“Good career choice.”
“It is.” There was no sense of joy in any of her answers. If she didn’t like it, then why do it?
“Is that not what you want to do?” He found himself curious to know more about her.
She gave him a sad smile. “Why wouldn’t I? I get to help people.” Answering his question with a question. More things she was hiding. There was much more to Shay than first met the eye. He wanted to peel back all of her layers and learn everything about her. “What is it you do, Drew?”
“Security.” It was a broad enough explanation. His job wasn’t supposed to exist so he couldn’t talk about it.
“Like a bodyguard?”
“Not necessarily,” How to explain without giving anything away? “I’m kind of a jack of all trades. I get paid to do odd end jobs. Protection, extraction, transportation. Anything and everything.”
“Wow, that’s pretty broad. What kind of company does all that?”
“It’s a private company.” He said placing a plate down in front of her before taking his own. “I know you said you weren’t hungry but I feel guilty eating in front of you. I also grabbed you a bottle of water. It’s still sealed if you’re concerned.”
Drew caught a blush on her cheeks at being caught for her concern. He couldn’t blame her. He actually applauded her for her weariness. She didn’t know him.
“You must think I’m being silly.”
“Not at all.” He assured her. “You should be cautious of people you don’t know. But I’ve told you several times already I would never hurt you.”
Shay nodded. Hopefully his assurance was finally sinking in.
“What if I didn’t like scrambled eggs.”
Drew froze. Shit, she was a vegetarian. He’d jinxed himself with his earlier comment. “Then I would have made something else.”
Her lips formed in an ‘O’.
“It you want something else—”
“No,” she quickly assured him with an impish grin. “This is fine. Thank you. I didn’t mean to put you out.”
Drew relaxed. “You didn’t. I told you I was making something for myself anyway. How long have you been in school?”
“Two years.”
Younger than he thought. He wanted to ask her, but that was a cardinal rule of never asking a woman her age.
“Have you decided anything to specialize in?” Shay looked at him confused. “What kind of nurse you want to be.” He clarified. “Birthing, an ER nurse, family medicine?”
“You seem to know a lot of nurses.”
It wasn’t a question but he answered anyway. “My mom was a nurse for thirty-five years.”
“Was?”
