Making the Rules (The Rules #1) Read Free Page A

and the other day, he packed me a bag of carrots and grapes for lunch." I shook my head and walked back toward the hospital.
    "Just carrots and grapes?" She laughed.
    "Yes. Obviously I need to shave. I look like a fucking bunny rabbit to him." I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the glares I got from the three women puffing away to my left. Why everyone had to dump on the interns was beyond me. It would have made more sense that they support and help those of us just starting our careers, but that wasn't at all the experience I'd been given.
    "You need to drop him, Dana."
    "Maybe, but being lonely is worse than being chastised all the time, or at least today it still is." I figured when I got fed up with Cameron's not so subtle hints about me losing weight that I would either lose the weight or tell him to fuck off. One or the other was soon to happen with the way things were going lately.
    "Come here to New York when you graduate in May. We can get an apartment together and-"
    "You're getting married, silly." I pushed the door open and walked into the coolness of the hospital. "I gotta go. I'll call you later. Go make some money in that big investment firm you're sure to be running soon."
    "All right. Call me later though. It's all going to work out."
    "I agree. I just wish I could see around the edges of what's to come so I could prepare a little better."
    "Where is the fun in that?"
    "Very true. Love you." I dropped the call, slipped my phone back into my pocket and turned the corner to hear Amanda cry out again. The sound of her wailing filled the hall. "What the hell?"
    I jogged toward the open door, wondering why the sedatives didn't calm her down, but then again it was my assumption that she'd been given a sedative and not something else. I walked in to find Jackie standing on the other side of the bed, her face pale, eyes wide.
    Amanda's brother was bent over the bed, rubbing her long brown hair back and trying to soothe her with his promise that everything would be okay, but it wouldn't... it couldn't...
    "Move," I mumbled to Jackie and took her spot on the other side of the thrashing girl. She was a year younger than me, but she looked ten years older. "Amanda. Look at me."
    I reached out and gripped her chin, turning her and forcing her to look at me.
    "Hey. Be careful with her." Her brother's voice was sharp, condescending.
    I ignored him and smiled down at her. "Remember what we talked about yesterday? Old Mr. Jackson?"
    She panted as her eyes moved about wildly, but she stopped thrashing for a minute.
    Releasing the tight hold I had on her, I leaned down and pressed my elbows to the bed beside her, leaning my chin on my balled up fists. "You should have seen him this morning. He chewed up those damn pills again."
    Her brother took a few steps back and let out a shaky breath. I wanted to glance up and get a good look at him, but she needed me to remain locked on her for a little while longer.
    "No w-w-water?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as tears spilled down into her hair. "I'm scared."
    "I know, sweetheart." I leaned forward and pressed my forehead to the side of her head like I would do my older sister when life had dealt her a shitty blow. "I'm right here, though. Your brother is here, the nurses are here, hell, old man Jackson is still here. We're not going anywhere."
    A soft sob left her, and I glanced up and locked eyes with her brother, motioning for him to come closer.
    He moved in and bent over, wrapping her in a tight hug and tucking her face into the side of his neck as she cried softly. The moment wasn't mine to have, so I moved back and wiped my eyes before moving out of the room. I wasn't sure I'd seen a more stunning man in my life.
    Messy brown hair, strong shoulders, sensual lips and deep green eyes. My heart fluttered in my chest as I pressed my back to the closed door.
    Of course he was gorgeous... As if I needed another thing to fantasize about. As if I had a choice