Page 57 of Remember That Time

"Do you think you'll be able to find a roommate?" I asked. "I hate leaving you in the lurch like this."

Tony waved a dismissive hand at me. "Don't worry about it. There are a couple of residents at the hospital I can talk to. Finding a roommate that understands our crazy schedules is not easy. I'm sure one of them would jump at the chance."

That was good.

I chuckled, knowing he was right, and the gestured toward the hallway with my head. "I'm going to go start packing."

"Have fun."

I snorted. "Wanna help?"

Tony grinned broadly. "Not a chance in hell."

Yeah, I didn't think he would.

I got up and started for the hallway only to stop when someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," Tony said as he got up. "You go pack."

Right.

I took a step only to stop and turn when I heard Tony groan. "What's wrong?"

"It's my asshole ex-boyfriend."

I frowned. "What does he want?"

I had yet to meet this man, but Tony seemed to dislike him a great deal. After hearing that the man had been sniffing in my underwear drawer, I wasn't too fond of him either.

Tony shrugged. "Hell if I know."

"Ignore him then."

"He'll just keep knocking."

This guy sounded like a real winner.

"Go doing your packing thing. I've got this."

"Are you sure? I could stick around."

I wasn't sure I wanted to leave Tony alone with this guy.

Tony made a shooing motion with his hands. "Go, go."

I frowned, but did as Tony said and started down the hallway toward my bedroom.

"What the hell do you want, Doug?" I heard Tony snarl as he yanked the door open. "I thought I told you never to come around here again."

I heard a mumbled reply followed almost instantly by Tony's loud shout. I spun around and ran back down the hallway. I heard a crash before I reached the living room.

The sight that met me quickly explained what had happened. Tony lay on the floor in front of the bookcase. Several books and decorations were littering the floor around him.

I turned and opened the hallway closet, pulling out the broom that was kept in there. I would have preferred something a little stronger, but I'd take what I could get.

"Get away from him!" I shouted as I lunged at the guy, swinging the broom as hard as I could. It hit him, but it didn't seem to faze him one damn bit. When I went to swing at him again, he grabbed it before it could connect, ripped it out of my hands, and threw it across the room.

I stumbled back, frantically searching for another weapon. It wasn't so much that I couldn't protect myself, but more that I was worried about the baby I was carrying. If I got hit in the stomach, it could be devastating.

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