Flirting with Disaster by Ava Catori, Olivia Rigal Page B
Authors: Ava Catori, Olivia Rigal
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to a regular room. The armchair in there was a little more comfortable, but nothing to write home about. For the rest of the night, it would be my roost. I wasn't leaving his side, not until I knew he was okay. I should call my brother and tell him the news, but decided to hold off. Why worry him if everything was fine come tomorrow.
"Go home," my father said. "Get a good night's sleep. That chair won't do you any favors."
"I'm fine. Get some rest," I said, and closed my eyes.
The alarm on his monitor woke me. It blared and bleated, trying to get the nurse's attention. "What's going on?" I jumped up and headed for the door to call out for them, but before I could get there, the nurse was already on her way in.
She shook her head. "Happens all the time," she said. He'd pulled off his oxygen meter in his sleep, setting off the alarm.
"Thanks." I was relieved it was nothing major. I rubbed my tired eyes.
"Sure," she said, and then stuck around another moment longer. "If you want some company later, my break is in twenty minutes. I can bring you coffee, or you could head to the cafeteria and take a break."
"Coffee actually sounds good. I think it's going to be a long night." I accepted her offer and told her I'd see her again shortly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
After brainstorming the Corporate Incubus project with Brad for a couple of hours, I drove to the factory and he went to the furniture store to try out one of the few beds they could deliver by the end of the day.
The plan was for Brad to return to Manhattan the next day, visit a few business incubator structures with his favorite architect and come up with an innovative concept that would work with the building.
My house would be his home base until he found someone to run it and return to the West Coast where he had his usual hunting grounds.
I parked my car in the usual space but back to front to allow everyone looking out from the factory to read the tag I was driving around with. A few smirks welcomed my arrival on the floor of the work shop but no one said the word out loud.
Entering Dylan Bishop's office, I found the man at his desk with his head in his hands.
"Mr. Bishop," I said and waited for him to raise his head but he didn't. Maybe he'd been crying and didn't want me to see. My heart went out to him. "I may have some good news."
He raised his head. His eyes were dry but he was deathly pale. "Are you going to order new equipment and restart production?" he asked. The sarcasm in his voice cut like a knife.
"Well, no--"
"Then go away and leave me alone," he growled.
I retreated and went to the second floor in search of a more detailed blueprint of the structure. I found it in the archive room which Dylan Bishop promised to clear out. Today was probably not the day to remind him.
While I was up there my boss called to let me know Brad's offer had been accepted and the place had to be cleared of all the equipment before the end of the month. I assured him it would be no problem because all orders would be ready to ship before then and drove away in search of a place to make a copy of the documents for Brad to take with him.
Making it back home early, I found Brad outside in one of the garden chairs with his computer.
"This town is getting very interesting," he said raising his sunglasses to look at me.
"How so?" I asked suddenly worried someone had been horribly rude to him and he had changed his mind about our project.
"First because they have interesting ways of customizing cars," he answered pointing to my tagged convertible. I shrugged. I had been called worse. "Second because the handymen are incredibly handsome."
Heat came to my cheeks.
"That's what I thought." Brad laughed. "Tell me more about him."
"There's not much to tell."
My best poker face didn't fool him for a second so he teased me. "You know, when he found me tinkering with my engine, he was all over me."
My turn to laugh. "You mean he was all
"Go home," my father said. "Get a good night's sleep. That chair won't do you any favors."
"I'm fine. Get some rest," I said, and closed my eyes.
The alarm on his monitor woke me. It blared and bleated, trying to get the nurse's attention. "What's going on?" I jumped up and headed for the door to call out for them, but before I could get there, the nurse was already on her way in.
She shook her head. "Happens all the time," she said. He'd pulled off his oxygen meter in his sleep, setting off the alarm.
"Thanks." I was relieved it was nothing major. I rubbed my tired eyes.
"Sure," she said, and then stuck around another moment longer. "If you want some company later, my break is in twenty minutes. I can bring you coffee, or you could head to the cafeteria and take a break."
"Coffee actually sounds good. I think it's going to be a long night." I accepted her offer and told her I'd see her again shortly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
After brainstorming the Corporate Incubus project with Brad for a couple of hours, I drove to the factory and he went to the furniture store to try out one of the few beds they could deliver by the end of the day.
The plan was for Brad to return to Manhattan the next day, visit a few business incubator structures with his favorite architect and come up with an innovative concept that would work with the building.
My house would be his home base until he found someone to run it and return to the West Coast where he had his usual hunting grounds.
I parked my car in the usual space but back to front to allow everyone looking out from the factory to read the tag I was driving around with. A few smirks welcomed my arrival on the floor of the work shop but no one said the word out loud.
Entering Dylan Bishop's office, I found the man at his desk with his head in his hands.
"Mr. Bishop," I said and waited for him to raise his head but he didn't. Maybe he'd been crying and didn't want me to see. My heart went out to him. "I may have some good news."
He raised his head. His eyes were dry but he was deathly pale. "Are you going to order new equipment and restart production?" he asked. The sarcasm in his voice cut like a knife.
"Well, no--"
"Then go away and leave me alone," he growled.
I retreated and went to the second floor in search of a more detailed blueprint of the structure. I found it in the archive room which Dylan Bishop promised to clear out. Today was probably not the day to remind him.
While I was up there my boss called to let me know Brad's offer had been accepted and the place had to be cleared of all the equipment before the end of the month. I assured him it would be no problem because all orders would be ready to ship before then and drove away in search of a place to make a copy of the documents for Brad to take with him.
Making it back home early, I found Brad outside in one of the garden chairs with his computer.
"This town is getting very interesting," he said raising his sunglasses to look at me.
"How so?" I asked suddenly worried someone had been horribly rude to him and he had changed his mind about our project.
"First because they have interesting ways of customizing cars," he answered pointing to my tagged convertible. I shrugged. I had been called worse. "Second because the handymen are incredibly handsome."
Heat came to my cheeks.
"That's what I thought." Brad laughed. "Tell me more about him."
"There's not much to tell."
My best poker face didn't fool him for a second so he teased me. "You know, when he found me tinkering with my engine, he was all over me."
My turn to laugh. "You mean he was all
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