Page 23 of Chase the Sunset
“Learning about brain tumors?” She smirked. “Are we going to act like this is nothing?”
“It is nothing,” I whispered. I hit the back button and clicked on the link about temporary blindness. “I’m just helping a friend.”
“A friend?” she asked. “I didn’t know you were friends with Easy.”
“I’m friends with Greta,” I explained.
“Who is not Easy,” Layla clarified.
I turned and glared at her. “I’m friends with Greta whose brother happens to be Easy. Easy asked me to be his translator of sorts, and I said I would help because he is Greta’s brother.”
“Right,” Layla drawled.
“You need to focus on Snapper and not me, okay?” I laughed. “I am just helping out Easy because he needs it. You know how Dr. Gus is. You and I understand him, but not a lot of his patients do.”
“I’ll give you that,” she agreed.
“Then why are you giving me crap about this?”
Layla shrugged. “Because I can, and I’m bored. I gave Snapper my number yesterday so now I’m just waiting for him to text or call.”
I shook my head and logged out of the computer. “Give the man some time, Layla.”
She pouted out her bottom lip. “The least he could have done was give me his number. I’m in the limbo of knowing he wants to talk to me but I can’t make the first move because only he has my number.”
“Then go upstairs and ask him for his phone number.”
She sighed and sat back in her chair. “I already tried that. He’s not here today. Easy is doing better, so the constant presence of the club is dwindling.”
I stood and shoved my phone into my pocket. “Then you’re just gonna have to wait until the man calls you, Layla.”
“Or you could ask Easy for his phone number for me.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No.” I didn’t ask for guy’s phone numbers for myself, and I wasn’t going to do it for Layla.
“Please,” she pleaded. “Tell him it’s for me. I will love you forever if you do.”
“I’m okay with you not loving me forever,” I smirked.
Layla grabbed my hand and squeezed. “If you get me Snapper’s number, I will buy you a life-sized Alf.”
“What?” I laughed.
“Alf. I will get you one.”
I liked Alf, but I wasn’t obsessed. “That might give me nightmares, Layla.”
“Fine, then I’ll buy you whatever you want,” she bargained.
“You’re crazy, Layla. He’s just a man who is likely to text you soon.”
She pouted out her bottom lip and whimpered.
“My God,” I laughed. “Fine, I will ask Easy for his phone number, but you are going to owe my big,” I warned.
She held up her hands and smiled wide. “Just name your price, and it is yours.”
“Transfer to the ER.”
