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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    I held her, pulling her upright. “That’s horrible,” I said, trying to be horrified.

    “How could he be so mean? He acted like we never meant anything to each other.”

    I had the words on the tip of my tongue but I bit my tongue. “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”

    If the man had any sense, he’d run for the hills or go into witness protection.

    “I have to win him back.” Standing up, she looked into my eyes. “He needs to understand all he’s giving up by walking out on us.”

    “Oh, I’m sure he has no idea.” I know I sounded snarky, but whatever.

    “I can do it, you’re right.” She blotted her cheeks with her fingers and smiled. “Thank you so much.” Her tears vanished.

    Coo Coo.

    Wrapping her arms around me, she squeezed so hard I thought my ribs were going to crack.

    “I have to go,” I said, pulling away.

    “Oh sorry,” she said with a half-smile. Mascara had smeared down her cheeks and her eyes were red and swollen. “You helped me more than you’ll ever know.” Her smile grew wider.

    “Don’t give up the fight,” I said, walking out the door.

    “I won’t,” she yelled, as the door swung shut.

    I shook my and wondered what the hell happened to my normal stressful day at the hospital. Today had been one for the record books.

    The night had been relatively calm compared to the nutty nurse and thinking Michael had been seriously hurt.

    His brother was in ICU for the night due to his injuries and the surgery. When I looked at his chart earlier it stated that he would be moved to a regular room tomorrow if he did well through the night.

    The ICU was quiet and the lights were dim as the sounds of the ventilators, heart monitors, and other machines filled the hallway. I wanted to check in on him and see if he needed anything.

    Michael’s brother crouched in the hall outside his room, leaning against the wall, typing on his phone. Looking up at me, he smiled. “Hey,” he said, trying to stand but fell over, catching himself on the wall. “Fuck,” he mumbled.

    Rushing to his side, I reached for him. “Hey, are you alright?” I asked.

    Waving me off he said, “Yeah, just exhausted. This has been a day from hell.” His shoulders slumped as he sighed.

    “Why don’t you try and catch a couple hours sleep in the visitor’s lounge? He wouldn’t want you to make yourself sick.”

    “I will soon. You looking for Mikey?” He grinned, making the bags under his eyes more pronounced.

    Laughing at the nickname, I replied, “Yeah, is he still here?” I looked around.

    “He’s inside but he was asleep when I came out here,” he said, pointing to the room behind him.

    “I’ll just text him. Everyone may be sleeping and I don’t want to disturb anyone.”

    He laughed. “My family is the disturbance. They’re loud and obnoxious in the most loving way, but I don’t blaming you for not wanting to go into the lion’s den.” He shook his head. “At least not armed.”

    I barely knew any of them but I wanted to. They seemed loving and playful, just my kind of people. The funny smartass personality must be hereditary.

    “You make them sound horrible.” I said, shaking my head, laughing.

    “Nah, just Italian.”

    “Don’t wake him. Just tell him I stopped by and have him text me in the morning. I’m going to try and get some rest while the ER is slow.”

    “Okay, Doc. I hope to see you again soon.” The sides of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me.

    I nodded and walked away, leaving Michael to rest. I wanted to catch a few minutes rest in the doctor’s lounge while I still could. I thought about the Gallo boys as I made my way down the corridors. They were all handsome, but Michael was heart stopping.

    I flipped off the light in the lounge before I collapsed on the couch. My head began to spin from exhaustion when I closed my eyes. Lying on the lumpy couch, I covered my face with my arm and thought about Michael.

    “What?” I asked as someone touched my shoulder. “My eyes were closed for only two seconds. Jesus,” I mumbled.

    “It’s been an hour, Doctor, and someone is at the desk asking for you.”

    “I’m coming,” I said rubbing my eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting. I grabbed the Visine from my pocket, dropping the liquid in hoping to alleviate the stinging.

    I prayed I didn’t look like the walking dead. I sure as hell felt like it.

    Walking like a zombie, my mind clouded, eyes blurry, I made my way to the reception area. Michael stood there looking exactly how I felt. Fidgeting with his hands, he leaned against the desk and looked around.

    I touched his back lightly, trying not to startle him. “Michael, everything alright?”

    He rubbed his hands across his face as he turned to me. “Yeah, Anth told me you came by while I was asleep. Thought I’d find you down here.”

    “I decided to sleep a bit too,” I said, a yawn breaking free as I quickly covered it.

    “Shit, I’m sorry I woke you.” He frowned. The lack of sleep and stress had dulled their luster.

    “I’m fine. I needed to wake up anyway,” I said, wiping my eyes. “How’s your brother?”

    The huge smile on his face said it all. “He woke up for a bit and mumbled some nonsense,” he said, laughing.

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