“And the way you laid him down like you did? Shit. I bet he’s still thinking of you now.”
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope. I still think he’s a good one for you.”
“For all you know, he was stabbed by a mobster because he’s on the run for snitching.” I had considered all the possibilities. Hoping that it wasn’t something that serious. I wanted him to be the good guy, saving an old lady from a mugging or something. But part of me had to admit he could be the villain in this situation. Whatever the hell his situation was.
“Really? You think the guy that stumbled into the tavern is in witness protection?” she asked.
“You never know. He could be an asshole with a vengeful ex. Or a drug dealer who got shanked by the competition. Or an ex-con running from the law and he popped up on the wrong person’s radar.”
“How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Far too long,” I said, groaning.
Bianca giggled as she took a sip of her coffee.
“And anyway, even if we did call around to the hospitals, they wouldn’t tell us anything. We aren’t family, and we don’t even know the guy’s name. What are we supposed to say? ‘Hey, do you have a guy with dazzling gray eyes and thick blonde hair that came in with a stab wound? Yeah, just want him to know I’m single and ready to mingle’.”
“Sounds fine to me,” Bianca said.
I rolled my eyes and brought my coffee to my lips.
“I think you do want to know how he’s doing because you did find him attractive.”
“You’re the one that brought up calling the hospitals,” I said.
“But I saw the way your eyes lit up at the idea.”
I took another sip of my coffee to steel away my response.
“Face it, you thought Mr. StabbyStab was hot,” she said.
“We aren’t calling him that,” I said.
“Mr. Granite?”
“Nope.”
“Mr. Big Dick?”
“Hell no.”
“Mr.—”
“Enough with the names. He’s just ‘the guy,’” I said.
“Fine. Then you thought ‘the guy’ was hot. Didn’t you? You can be honest with me. I won’t tease you for it.”
“That’s the biggest lie if I’ve ever heard
one.”
“Okay, I might tease you a little bit. But only because I know your kink is men you can fix.”
“I hate you.”
“It is! I’ve never seen you date a man that didn’t have something severely wrong with him that you thought you could change. Then, in stumbles this man with a physical issue, he collapses into your arms, and all of a sudden you’re wanting to heal his every wound—physical and otherwise.”