“Nope, I’m taking you.”
We both looked to the right when flashing lights and sirens approached. It would do me no good to argue with the boss. Plus, it hurt like a bitch and there was a lot of blood. I wasn’t dealing with a scratch, so it would be wise to have a doctor look it over.
Once I gave the officer my statement, Donovan and I went to Urgent Care. Surprisingly, I got in and out quickly. Blood covering my arm helped.
Donovan insisted on driving me home. Again, I didn’t fight him because my right arm hurt and I wasn’t sure how well I’d do riding my bike. It was nearly two in the morning when we pulled into my driveway.
“I appreciate the ride and you paying the bill.”
“Hey, any good boss would do the same.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“Good thing you’re off tomorrow… er, I mean today.” He winked. “Rest that arm—no heavy lifting. Don’t want you busting the wound open.”
“I won’t. I’ll see you Monday night.”
“Nah, just take the day off. You’ve earned it.”
“Paid time off?”
Donovan laughed, nodding his head. “Of course. Getting injured on the job warrants paid time off. Just don’t sue me.”
“No chance. Thanks, man. See you Tuesday.”
“Take it easy.”
I slammed the car door shut and went up to my front door. I wasn’t in the house ten seconds before my phone chimed.
Rita: Who dropped you off? What happened to your arm?
Nik: My boss. Nothing. Just got a cut.
As I waited for her reply, I went to the fridge for a bottle of water. Strangely it took longer than I expected. Then the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and Rita’s gaze fell on my arm. Her pretty hazel-green eyes widened.
“What happened?”
“Get in here.” I took her hand and jerked her inside the house and closed the door. “Just a fight between two customers and one pulled a knife.”
“Oh my God!”
I kissed her. “I’m okay.”
“How many stitches?”
I laughed. She was a smart cookie. “Fifteen.”
“Shit. Does it hurt?”
“It’s not bad.”
She made a pouty face. “Poor baby. Let me help you get into bed.”
“I’d feel better if you joined me in bed.”
A smile stretched across her beautiful face. “Granny would have a fit.”