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Cyrus looks down at his hands. There’s a crumpled and mashed-up bunch of flowers in his huge grip. “Yeah, a minute’s all it will take. I just want to leave these by her bed. I want her to wake up knowing that I was here. That she's not alone.”

“But,” Mandy says, her voice an annoying shrill squawk. I wish I could film her right now and show it to all the men she goes on dates with. I’m sure they’d run a mile as soon as they see this side of her. The bitchy, uptight side. Even if she is slim and in good shape and has the kind of figure most women would die for. “It’s against protocol! I’ll have to tell Sara.”

Sara’s the CNO. It’s just like Mandy to tattletale. I bet she didn’t have many friends at school. Only boys she was willing to do sexual favors for.

“You do you, and I’ll do me. How about that Mandy. Go tell Sara, for all I care. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding. It’s dead here tonight. I’m sure she’s gonna care if I let a devoted son in to see his sick mother.”

“Fine!”

Mandy stands up and storms off. I’m pleased to note that Cyrus doesn’t so much as look at her tight, shapely ass as she walks away.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” he says, reading my name tag. “You’re Billie?”

“That’s me.” I put out my hand and he shakes it. Firm and strong with surprising soft skin. His eyes are the color of the sea. It’s like they’re looking straight into my heart. A jolt of electricity shoots from my fingers to a certain little spot right between my legs. I’ve never felt like this around a man before. “Nurse Billie.”

He steps forward, closing the space between us.

I’ve sworn off men. Ever since I found my no-good ex-boyfriend cheating on me. But one minute alone with Cyrus, and I'm starting to think I might have to come up with a different plan. One that involves big, tall bikers with perfect teeth and pantie-melting smiles.

“Nice to meet you, Nurse Billie,” he says.

He kisses me gently on the cheek. My whole body turns to Jell-O.

“Nice to meet you, too, Cyrus,” I stutter. “Now how about we go see your mom? She’s been talking about you all day.”