“My office is closer to the hospital. Come by here.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your work.”
“You wouldn’t be interrupting. I’ll see you when you get here. Did you eat?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
“I’ll place a carry-out order from that Thai place next door. You want the usual?”
“Yeah, and order a spring roll.”
“All right. I’ll see you soon.”
I placed the order for delivery and turned back to my computer to plug in the final numbers for tomorrow.
“Knock, knock.” Jules lightly tapped on the doorframe before stepping into my office.
“Come on in.” I smiled.
She sank into the chair across my desk and let out a big yawn.
“Tough night?”
“Car accidents galore. Two overdoses. A gunshot victim. A wife who had been stabbed by her psycho husband and, are you ready for this one?”
I chuckled. “Do I want to know?”
“A guy was rushed in because he broke his penis during a threesome with two women he had just met.”
“Lucky guy with the women. Sucks he broke his penis.” I laughed.
“So yeah. Tough night.”
The delivery boy stood in the doorway holding the plastic bag with our food in it.
“I’m sorry. Did you say some guy broke his penis?” he nervously asked as he stepped inside.
“Yes.” Jules turned around. “During a threesome.”
“Wow. I didn’t know that was possible.”
“It is. I see it more times than I want to.” Jules smiled. “So, let this be a lesson to you. Have sex with only one woman at a time, and if you’re going to be rough, do it cautiously.”
I laughed as I reached into my pocket and handed him some cash.
“Thanks. I will. Especially now. Umm. Have a good day.”
I took the food over to the table, and Jules followed.
“I thought you and Emily were doing something today?”
“I had to cancel. I had some work to do,” I spoke as I took the containers from the bag.
“Hmm. What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Bullshit, Jackson. You’re my twin. When something’s bothering you, it bothers me. What’s going on?”