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I smile back. “My names Ivy Clarke, and I just started this week as an ICU nurse.”
She nods, studying me. “I thought I hadn’t seen you before. I usually don’t come up to this floor, but I’ve been checking Madeline’s condition. I know Jett because he’s my brother’s friend. I apologize if I walked in on something between you two.”
My eyes widen. “Oh no. It’s nothing like that.”
She slowly raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
I snort. “Yes, I am sure.”
She clicks her tongue. “It didn’t appear that way.” Her tone’s playful.
“You said you know him... Why doesn’t he talk much?”
Her eyes sparkle. “Youare into him.”
I flush. “Have you seen him?” Devastatingly attractive yet radiating an undeniable aura of trouble. Red flag... might as well be a green one though because I’ve never met anyone like him. Jett’s mysterious, I want to get to know him. “Why is he the way he is?” I flinch at my word vomit. His past is really none of my business, but I don’t correct myself. I’m too invested. I need to know details.
She grimaces slightly. “I don’t know much at all. Just that he was living on the streets and that my brother Bain gave him a chance. I get the impression he’s had a rough life.”
My chest burns. I sensed it would be bad.
She leans in, lowering her voice. “The men at the MC say he’s a sociopath, so uh... just be careful.”
Sociopath. Oh dear... “Is he a bad person?”
She peers away lost in thought.
“The suspense is killing me,” I joke.
She chuckles. “Bain has never said a bad word about him being a bad person as such. The MC is tightlipped about everything, but I never got that impression. However, from my interactions with him, I believe he is psychotic.”
A sociopath... just my luck. I sigh... but then I scold myself.Why am I thinking about a man anyway, no matter how handsome he is?
“Well, I better get back.”
“Me too,” I reply, forcing a smile.
We leave, going our separate ways.
Later, during my rounds, I take a deep breath before I go into the room I’ve been dreading. A man who was stabbed has recently had surgery and is in recovery. His family member—a broad, intimidating man in his forties—paces the room, his rigid body showing tension. I knock. He halts and snaps his head toward me, his eyes narrowing into slits.
“Hi, sir,” I say, plastering on my best reassuring smile.Kill them with kindness. “My name’s Ivy. I’m a nurse here and I’m here to take?—”
His voice booms before I can finish. “Don’t fucking touch him! Why isn’t he awake yet?”
My heart beats faster, but I speak as calmly as I can. “Please don’t yell.”
He storms toward me. My pulse skyrockets. I step back into a hard body. I glance behind me and find Jett standing there, glaring at the man. His grin, evil and menacing, sends a shiver down my spine. The man before me cowers with eyes as wide as saucers.
“I think you should meet me outside.” Jett’s voice is colder than ice. He releases a chilling chuckle. “Sounds like we need to have a chat or... something else entirely.”
Something else?
“Uh... no... everything’s fine,” the man stammers, his gaze darting to me. He gulps. “Sorry, miss.”
Before I can respond, my boss and a security guard rush inside. “Are you okay?” my boss asks me. Her eyes widen when she sees the huge mass of a man behind me.
I peek up at Jett. He looks amused, but there’s a darkness in his eyes. “Yes.”I am now.
