The next day, I wake up and the first thing I think about is Angelo, which really ticks me off. As I get ready for my shift, I tell myself that I’m done with him for the day.
And yet, as I drive my Beetle to work, I keep thinking I see his face in the faces of strangers: standing outside a café, sitting in the car next to me, doing pull-ups in the front window of the gym. It doesn’t help that as I shift against the seat, I can feel the evidence of last night, the bruises. I bite my lip and bury those thoughts somewhere else.
Then I catch a look at myself in the mirror, with hardly any makeup on, my ponytail pulled tight in badass work mode, and I let it go.
EMT Dani does not bite her lip and moan and pine over some pretty boy asshole. EMT Dani doesn’t even have to think about that presu
