She's desperate to hide her secret... he's determined to expose it.
For Phoebe Marshall, her childhood is a total non-event. Her mom was never home, working as a well-known actress. Her dad was busy working in his office, and she ended up raising he...
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Noah
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I sigh in frustration as I walk up the stairs with boxes in my arms. Mike was supposed to help me move today, but he got called in for Duty last night. I miss being on Duty, picking up the packed duffel bag that I never kept far from me and hopping on the next flight. The military life is all I know. Going from High School straight into the Army, and that was my life for seventeen years.
I put the boxes in the hallway, stacking them all near the door of my new apartment closer to my new job at Mount Sinai Hospital. I never thought in my thirty-four years that I would be working as a Surgeon in a regular hospital... But I was an Army Medic for fourteen years, so being a Surgeon in a hospital will be the closest thing to action I get.
It was seven in the morning when I set off driving through the New York City traffic. It took me an hour to get to my new apartment in Brooklyn. I didn't plan to live in Brooklyn, but it was the closest drive to the hospital, and it's in my military budget. The neighbourhood didn't give me a good impression on my first day since I watch as some blonde druggie stumbles out of the door wearing a blood-spattered shirt. I wasn't alarmed, but I was concerned about the person whose blood was on his shirt.
I decided not to run after him since he was already halfway down the road by the time I parked the truck and got out. Plus, the moving vehicle has to be back by four in the afternoon. When I got into the apartment, I tried to hear anything out of the ordinary, like someone screaming in pain, but I heard nothing. When I went to the elevator and tried to press the buttons but it didn't work. Then I look up to see the poorly made "Out of Order" sign.
I look down at my watch and it's nine in the morning. I set up the coffee maker and I set the coffee table down in front of the leather couch, I hear my neighbour above me turning on their shower. New York apartments- I sigh, frustrated at how even at my new place I still get to listen to my neighbour shower
I pick up the two boxes filled with dishes walking up the long four flights of stairs. When I make it to my floor, I set them down next to the door looking at my watch. An hour and a half have passed, and I have a few boxes left in the truck. I go to head down the stairs when I collide with a small body, hitting the wall hard. I look down to see a woman about to fall down the stairs, but I catch her in time. I didn't even see her...
Her face scrunched up like she was embracing the fall, but when she notices she isn't falling her beautiful green eyes flutter open looking into mine. I could hear her heart pounding. She is terrified. Noah snap out of it! Make sure the woman is okay!
"Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine." She shakes her head. She sounds winded, almost struggling to breathe. Did I hurt her ribs? I let go of her arms slowly, making sure she was steady and mentally checking off any medical symptoms- She moves her long brown hair away from her face, and that's when I notice a giant gash on her forehead.
