CHRIS
The perfect jerk
Shit. In front of me, I’ve got a gorgeous young lady, not the one I remembered seeing on that hospital bed and, although I deliberately tried to ignore her, she came in and sat down as if nothing had happened, waiting for instructions, like a good soldier on his first day at the academy. It must be the iron education imposed by Mr. Nice Guy.
I still don’t like the imposition I’ve suffered and don’t have the slightest idea of how to get out of this situation without further damage being done.
Maybe, if I keep on ignoring her, she’ll get tired and go away, at least I hope so, also because I’ve got a backlog of work to deal with at the moment. The same work Sam would’ve carried out, were he still alive.
The memory of Sam and what he knew to do to make these mome
