Free Finding Faith by Ysabel Wilde Page B

name. I made a mental note to learn everyone’s name if it killed me.
    “I guess you know him as Dr. Price.” Grace stopped in the middle of what she was saying and watched the three talking. Dr. Price glanced up from a chart and gave a smirk that seemed more devious than kind.
    My fists balled up at my sides, wanting to knock him out. He was lucky I wasn’t standing next to him or I’d have my hands around his throat.
    As we watched the three interact, the male nurse went one way while Dr. Price and June went toward the pyxis machine that dispensed drugs. They shot us disgusted glances before punching in codes to open the contraption.
    Grace whipped her head back in my direction like she’d been stung. “He’s her ex,” she said, quickly clicking the switch to put the beast back in motion.
    “Grace, how many people work with you at night?” Please tell me more than you two. Please, please, please.
    “Just Faith and me. We call ourselves the crime fightin’ bitches of Chi town, but she hasn’t been much of one lately. Not since...well, never mind.” She snuck another look at the two still standing next to the drug dispenser deep in conversation.
    I wanted to go and take care of Dr. Price right then and there but I knew I couldn’t. “So, was it a really bad break up?” I couldn’t figure out why he would talk about Faith that way. A druggie? Not Faith. I didn’t care how long it had been since I’d seen her, I knew she wouldn’t do drugs. Her parents would have killed her. What had happened? Now I knew who the prick was, and his title didn’t matter to me one bit.
    “You should probably let Faith tell you. She’s super sensitive about it. Even though it’s total bullshit and nobody believes it.”
    Grace wasn’t spilling the beans. When I didn’t say anything, she pushed down on the handle to get the machine moving and took off. “Let’s get out of here,” Grace shuddered.
    I played off that I hadn’t seen her reaction. Whatever happened had to have been bad. What did that cocksucker do to Faith?
    My temper was getting the better of me again. I had to ask Grace the one thing that had bothered me since the night in the bar because I couldn’t take it anymore.
    “Do you have any idea who I am?” I watched her intently to see if she was going to try to hide the fact that she knew my history with Faith.
    I was usually laid back, but seeing Faith stirred up so many emotions I’d pushed down that I didn’t know how to handle them. I felt like the storm before the monsoon. There was one way that would help me manage these sudden surges of wanting to rip people’s heads off. My palms started to sweat more profusely just thinking about sinking my length into her. I couldn’t get her out of my head since I found her. I never thought that day would happen, I’d given up.
    “Yeah, you’re John, the new guy,” Grace said. Sure of her answer she looked at me like I was one screw loose of a set.
    “I’m more than just the new guy,” I said using air quotes. “I’m Faith’s ex from back home.” Grace didn’t reply, so I kept going. “I was planning to propose to her the night she left me to move here.” I waited again. I watched her, not wanting to miss a single spark of recognition.
    “Shit. This is messed up. I had no idea.” Grace’s eyes grew big from shock and her mouth hung open as she said the words slowly.
    “You’re telling me.”
    “Does she know you planned to propose?”
    “No, and don’t tell her. I don’t want her to feel bad.”
    Grace pinched her thumb and index fingers together running them from one end of her mouth to the other and said, “I won’t I promise. Unless....”
    I watched her suspiciously, “Unless what, Grace?”
    “Unless she’s about to make a really stupid mistake. I can’t sit back and watch her ruin her life anymore.”
    “Fine,” I agreed, because I was relieved to have her best friend on my side.

 
     
     
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