Though our schedules were always busy, with me being a local doctor and on call most nights at Rosewood Memorial Hospital and her with her father’s Ski Resort. It being tourist season, I knew her schedule damn near resembled mine. But now with this wedding nonsense, and Jack’s antics, I worried that my best friend was running herself ragged.
Nope. Not on my watch.
What I needed to do was nail her ass down and sort this shit out.
Whatever the hell shit this was?
Right after I had her father committed into an insane asylum.
Pulling into the reserved parking spot in front of the Rosewood Ski Resort, I grabbed my medical bag and marched my ass into the over-priced building.
From what Josie told me, her dad spared no expense when he built this monstrosity that catered to the uber rich and famous. The second the first snowflake fell, overindulged and pampered pissants would flock to the quaint town of Rosewood in droves, looking to escape their busy, humdrum lives.
Fuckers wouldn’t know busy if it bit them in the ass!
Walking into the opulent Ski Resort, I didn’t have to look hard to find Josie as she narrowed her eyes before rushing over to me.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Donna quit.”
And just like that, her bravado evaporated as her shoulders slumped. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”
“Called the office and talked with Jess.”
“Damn it,” she cursed.
“I need to check on him, Josie.”
Slowly turning to look up at me, she snarled, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
Frowning, I huffed. “You wanna let me in on what I did, ’cause I’m at a loss here? One minute we were fine, the next you fucking hate my guts.”
“I’m not talking about it here,” she muttered. “Let’s go see my dad.”
“Fine,” I growled.
“Fine,” she snipped hurriedly, walking toward the elevators.
God save me from stubborn women and snarky friends.
Chapter Two
Josie
Of all the damn days for my dad to throw a fucking fit. I already had enough going on with the uptake in reservations for the Ski Resort and now Ms. LeeAnn’s wedding, I didn’t need to stop what I was doing to babysit a grown ass man-child.
And that’s exactly what my father was.
A child.
I already had two of those myself. I didn’t need another.
To make matters worse, every time my dad dismissed a nurse, George showed up all flustered, huffing and puffing, which in turn pissed off my dad and the two of them would go at it for hours.
I just couldn’t with either of them today.
When the elevator door opened, I marched inside, George right behind, neither of us saying a word.
