Before Us by Jewel E. Ann EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Jewel E. Ann
- Language: English
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- Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction, Women’s Romance Fiction
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At least I didn’t soil my pants this time. Or did I?
The hovering faces above me come into focus. Words gain clarity like
someone unmuted this embarrassing scene.
“I’m fine,” I declare after my fingertips graze the crotch of my leggings to
ensure they’re dry.
A short-haired brunette frowns an inch from my face. “EMS is sending an
ambulance. I’m a nurse. You had a seizure.”
My head rolls to the side, eyes surveying my surroundings. I’m in the
bank lobby—cold tile at my back. Fanfuckingtastic. “Uh … no.” I scramble
to my feet.
“Don’t try to get up,” the nurse says.
“I have epilepsy. Nothing to see. I’m good. Totally good. Cancel the
ambulance.” I hold out my hands, giving everyone the signal to stop.
Stop messing with me.
Stop worrying about me.
Go on with your day.
Too late. I hear the sirens approaching.
All eyes in the lobby are on me.
A nervous laugh sputters from my chest. “Just a little seizure.” I run my
fingers through my hair. “Probably missed a pill. I’m good.”
The bank tellers give me wary expressions and sympathetic smiles before
encouraging the next people in line to step forward.
I glance at my watch, wincing from the pounding in my head. I’m going
to be late for my job interview. And I can’t be late. I need this job.
A young girl with braided pigtails hands me my bag.
I smile and whisper, “Thank you,” before her mom pulls her toward the
exit just as the EMTs push through the doors.
Before I can disappear into a corner—or a black hole—the nurse, who so
kindly called for the ambulance, decides to rat me out when the EMTs search
the lobby for the person in need of medical attention.
“She had a seizure,” the nurse says to them while pointing at me.
“I’m sorry you were called. I’m good. Just leaving.”
“You can’t drive,” the nurse says.
I’m not in a hospital. You’re not my nurse. Thanks for your help, lady, but
“Um …” I search my pockets and then my purse for my phone. “Yep. I
know that. I’ll call someone.” Holding up my phone, I force a grin and turn in
a circle like I’m threatening to detonate a bomb.
I have less than fifteen minutes to make it to my interview on time.
But I’ve seen that look before, the one the tall guy in uniform is giving
me. He’s not okay with me walking away.
Here we go …
After the EMT checks me out in a non-sexual way, I shoot a quick text to
Zach Hays, letting him know I’ll be late for the interview. Then I wait in my
car—my temporary housing—pretending I’m waiting for someone to get me
until the emergency vehicles leave the bank.
I have a college degree and live out of my car. There should be a program
for that. And free therapy.
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