I’m going to kill Nate. What part of leave this to me didn’t he understand?

Also, how the fuck did he get out of that shed?

Then it clicks.

That fucking security guard. He would’ve walked straight past that shed on his way to give Nate back his phone. I snap my attention back to Luke, realizing he’s been talking this whole time I’ve been ranting on in my head.

“…admirable. You should really be proud of yourself, Hannah. You handled this situation with great care and skill.”

I gawk at him, even more confused than I was before. I have no idea what the fuck is going on. What the heck did Nate say?

“Thank you,” I say, choosing my words carefully. “Hearing you say that means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

He smiles at me. “There’s something else I wanted to speak with you about,” he says. He reaches into his desk and pulls out a folder. He slides it across the desk to me, motioning for me to open it.

I pick it up, opening it to reveal a stack of papers.

“Application forms?” I query, confused.

He nods. “I’ve been granted a transfer to the sister facility in Germany. It’s a huge promotion at a very sought-after clinic.”

I hide a smile; pretty sure he’s telling me this for boasting purposes only.

“I want you to consider applying for my position.”

“Me? Doing your job?” I squeak.

“Yes,” he nods. “I’m pretty sure I overheard you tell Sasha last week, that a monkey could fulfill my role,” he reminds me.

He heard that? Shit.

“Am I even qualified for that?” I ask. I’m embarrassed to admit I still don’t entirely know what his job entails.

“The job description is in there,” he says, nodding at the folder. “Take a look and work that out for yourself.”

I sit there, bewildered, not entirely sure how we went from me being fired to this. I look up suddenly, remembering the reason I came in here in the first place.

“Luke?”

He looks up at me expectantly.

“What exactly did Brix say to you?”

He studies me for a moment, his hands clasped together in front of him.

“That he wasn’t in a good place and you stopped him from doing something stupid.”

I close the door behind me and wander down the hall, deep in thought. Not just over the job, but also Nate and Brix. I hope for Nate’s sake, Brix is okay. I tuck the applications forms into my purse, then I go in search of Nate, starting with his room first. I knock lightly on his door.

“Come in.”

He smiles at me as I walk in. I close the door behind me and then stride over to him. He tosses the magazine he’s reading aside, and swings his legs over the bed, sitting up.

“I should really punish you for disobeying me,” I growl, nestling between his legs. He raises his eyebrows as I put his hands on my ass and then I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, my fingers softly stroking his hair.

“Did it work?” he inquires. “Luke, I mean?”

I narrow my eyes. “You already know it did.”

He chuckles and I pretend not to be amused, focusing my attention on that little freckle…but it’s not there. I stare at him, confused.

Am I going crazy, or—

I gasp and jump back, snapping his hands off my ass.

“Brix?” I growl.

“Who did you think it was?” He smirks at me, chuckling when I take about ten steps back. “How did you know I wasn’t Nate?”

“Why, so you can make sure you fool me next time?” I put my hand on my hip and glower at him. “I don’t think so, hotshot.”

He laughs. “I’m impressed. Not many people can tell us apart, you know.”

“Does Nate know you’re back?” I ask. “Also, when did you get back? And how did you get in here?”

“That’s a lot of questions,” he mutters. “No, Nate doesn’t know. I got back a few hours ago. The guard didn’t even question letting me in.” He shrugs. “I came back because I figured it was time I dealt with my own problems, rather than expecting Nate to fix everything.”

“He’s been really worried about you,” I tell him. I sit down on the edge on the bed next to him. “Are you okay?” I add.

“I wasn’t. But I’m getting there.”

I glance at him. “What you said to Luke…”

“Are you asking if I’m suicidal?”

I look down, hearing him say that word aloud. I hate that anyone could feel so desperate that ending their lives feels like their only option.

“I’m not now. Was I? There was a split-second where I felt it was my only choice.”

“What happened?”

“I guess I realized that I have a lot more support than I thought. I’m a lot luckier than so many other people in the same situation as me,” he admits. “I spent so long being too scared to be myself that I completely lost sight of who that person was.”

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