Greg hangs his head with a lengthy exhale. “I didn’t mean to attack you. Overnights at a building in that part of town probably don’t get much action.”
I fling an arm out to the side. “Thank you. That’s the sympathy I was looking for.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose at my theatrics. “You want excitement?”
“That’s literally what we’ve been talking about since you needed to stop for a rest.”
A curse is muffled against his palm, but he doesn’t comment on my jab. “If I stick my neck out for you, then you need to stick this out long enough to make the effort worth my while.”
“The fuck?”
His cheeks puff with a forced breath. Hesitation clouds the air. “There’s a position open at the hospital. Not sure about the details. It might be entry-level.”
Warmth spreads through my chest. It almost feels like a spark of hope. “I’d be all right with that. Either way, it probably pays double what I’m currently making.”
He laughs. “I’ve never heard anyone complain about their salary.”
I could almost hug the guy—sweaty balls and all. “Will you put in a good word for me?”
His nod is easy. “But it might take more than that. Those positions are contracted through a third-party agency.”
A buzz thrums in my sated muscles. I feel rejuvenated, which has nothing to do with the miles we just ran. “Can you find out which company? I might have a connection with them already.”
Greg claps me on the back. “Of course, man. What are friends for?”