“What’d I do?”“Broke into a tender moment with some of that sensible nurse stuff.”“You’re kinda helpless on your own. Somebody needs to ...ake care of you.”“Take care of me? Are you applying for a job?”She smiled. Kissed me. “I’ve had worse jobs.”I reeled her in for another of the kind of kisses that men dream about on frigid nights in lands far from home. I made sure I didn’t flop around. One part in particular had no chance of flopping at all. And I’m trying to ignore hormones being dumped into. "Who is this?" I grumbled."Kevin?"I knew her immediately, and all sorts of emotions arose unbidden."Nicola!" I said. "Sorry for being so gruff, but you woke me. I've had a hard day." I'm sorry," she spoke quietly, and was that a sob? "It's not very late; I thought you'd be awake." No matter," I said.There was another silence. I was not going to break it, after all, she had phoned me."If you're tired," she said more brightly, "I'll let you get back to sleep. Shall I phone tomorrow at a better. One day she did not follow the usually routine. She went out to work did not come for her daily jog. I saw this as an excellent chance to figure out her name. I knew for sure that her name would be on her mail, which she usually picked up from her box before jogging. Inconspiciously I slipped down to the mail boxes.The apartment owner either was a trusting soul or cheap because the boxes did not have locks. Lucky for me! I glanced and saw no one around. I quickly popped open her box and scanned. "Yeah, that's kind of special." She looked up as Steve came out of the bathroom. "All set?" Let's go," he said, nodding.Left at loose ends, Devlin returned to her room and opened one of the textbooks she'd brought with her. When it was time she changed and then called Trish. She met Mary Alice, and they rode to the restaurant in silence. Devlin felt her palms sweating. She hated things like this. She'd have to be on her best behavior, and these women were going to judge her on her hair, her.