“What in God’s name are you wearing, Mickey?”
She didn’t answer the question. Not that she needed to.
I wasn’t fucking blind.
Instead, she reached up to straighten the white cap, complete with an iconic Red Cross front-and-center, and blinked her big doe eyes at me. “Sorry, sir,” a finger trailed across my jawline, “I’m afraid that Mickey has the night off…”
“And Jesus is booked solid as well.”
God help me.
“But I’d be more than happy to take care of you myself,” she started backing down the hall, “if you’ll please just follow me this way…”
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P.S. – Yeah, it’s super long, eh? *sigh*