“Where the heck are you, Doc? Easy said you were going to be here when Dr. Gus comes.”
Crap. “Uh, I’m on my way. I just needed to take a potty break.”
“A potty break?” Greta laughed. “Girl, you fit in with the club more than you will ever know. I’ll tell Easy to take a chill pill, and I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.” Greta ended the call, and I shoved my phone into my pocket.
I didn’t have time to sit around and freak out about Aaron Gibbs right now. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I would figure it out.
Five minutes later, I stepped out of the elevator into the Neuro ICU and headed to Easy’s room. Greta was standing at his door and threw her hand in the air when she saw me.
“Thank God you are here. I have never seen Easy throw such a hissy fit before. It’s like you’re his favorite toy, and he’s not gonna shut up until he gets it.”
“Uh, that’s interesting,” I muttered.
Greta grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. “It is very interesting, and that is not lost on any of us.”
“Is she here?” Easy called.
“Are we having a moment here?” I whispered to Greta. I was dealing with enough without having a staring contest with Greta.
“Mhmm, girlfriend, we most certainly are. My brother has a thing for you,” she smirked. She wiggled her eyebrows and licked her lips.
“No, he doesn’t,” I hissed. That was insane. Easy and I barely knew each other. How did he have a thing for me? “And don’t ever look at me like that again.”
“Yes, he does. He doesn’t know it yet, but I can see it plain as day. It’s like Days of Thunder except he’s way taller than Tom Cruise.”
“Birdie?” Easy called.
I pressed my finger to Greta’s lips. “We will talk about how wrong you are later,” I warned.
Her tongue snaked out, and she licked my finger.
“My God,” I gasped. I snatched my finger away from her face and wiped my hand on my pants. “Who does that?”
“Does what?” Easy asked.
Greta winked and blew me a kiss.
“Your sister licked me,” I complained. I stepped into the room and pumped some sanitizer into my hand.
“Greta,” Gwen scolded. “How many times have I told you not to lick people.”
“I know, I know,” Greta grumbled. “I can’t lick people unless I ask and they say I can.”
“Babe,” a tall man I had never seen before called.
“Yes, Lumberjack?” Greta called.
Ah, this was Bear. The name was very fitting.
She batted her eyes and scooted next to him. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. “Stop licking people.”
She pouted out her bottom lip. “You’re being a stick in the mud.”
“No, I’m keeping you from getting sick from licking people.”
“It was just Birdie,” she whined. “It’s not like I’m licking random people I don’t know.”
“What in the hell is going on?” Easy demanded. “I know I shouldn’t be surprised by Greta licking people, but I kind of thought you could control yourself while I’m lying on my deathbed.”
