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“Yes.”
I grunted in annoyance. “After the accident, I had O’Neal run Monroe’s background check. There wasn’t any evidence of criminal activity. She was in nursing school but dropped out, going MIA for a couple years. I couldn't find anything out about her other than her address. Then, all of a sudden, she shows up, steals my car, and ends up at odds with the police.”
“Ohhh. I get it now.” Fox pushed to his feet. “You want to unravel the mystery of Monroe Whitlock because you have a crush on her.” His teasing grin grew.
“Wh— She’s attractive but not my type.” Damn him.
“Sure.” Fox turned on his heel and strode toward the door, stopping just before he passed the threshold. He glanced back atme. “You know, I bet if you weren’t such an asshole to her, she might actually like you.”
“Get out,” I growled.
Fox laughed, continuing his stride and leaving me to my own fucked up thoughts.
Chapter Seven
Monroe
After the last couple of days from hell, I slept like the dead. Ten hours straight without even getting up to pee. The moment I sat up in bed, pain flared to life through my entire body. I moaned in discomfort, every inch of me aching. How could I be in more pain than I was yesterday?
The door inched open, and Fox peeked his head into the room. Had he been standing there all morning?
“Good morning, sunshine. You okay?” A frown framed his auburn eyes, his gaze turning concerned.
“I’m not sure. Everything hurts,” I replied with a groan.
“I can get you something for the pain if you can manage to get up and out of bed.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” I gave him a weak smile and slowly moved to the edge of the bed. “I’m just going to change and brush my teeth. I’ll be right out.”
“Nice shirt.” Fox jerked his head to my alien tee and grinned. “Holler if you need help.” He closed the door behind him.
It felt like it took me forever to get ready, but I survived through every torturous movement. When we got to the first floor, he led me to the dining room, which had a spread of oatmeal, berries, and pastries for breakfast.
“Go ahead and start. I’ll go grab you something for your pain.” He disappeared, and I slid into a seat, loading up a big bowl of oatmeal with all the toppings available.
The moment I shoved a huge bite into my mouth, Lucas strode into the room. “Sleep well?”
“Like the dead,” I said around my food, trying not to choke. His lips twitched in amusement. I finished my bite and wiped my lips with a napkin. “Sorry.”
He pulled up a chair across from me and loaded up his own plate with pastries.
Fox came back a moment later and handed me a couple of tablets. I tossed them into my mouth and swallowed them with a gulp of orange juice.
“What’s that?” Lucas asked. His glare burned a hole through me.
I arched a brow, not sure why he seemed annoyed at the fact that I was taking something as mundane as over the counter medication. “Pain medicine.”
“Why wasn’t I told?” His nostrils flared and his gaze locked onto Fox.
“Come on, man. Your caveman attitude isn’t going to work on Roe.” He nudged me as he took a seat in the empty chair next to me.
“Hardly a caveman when the person I’m employing to get me the keepsake needs to be in top shape.”
“Wow.” I shook my head and stared down at my bowl as I scooped up another bite. Those piercing eyes moved to me. I wasn’t going to shrink back from his angry gaze.
“What? You think I don’t think these things through? If you’re in pain, it compromises the job,” he snarled.
“Hence, why I took something for my pain,” I snapped, dropping my spoon with a clatter.
