Page 108 of Dr. Fellow

“My parents were worried that it would get out that their disappointment of a son had a child out of wedlock. Nobody knows.”

I blink a few times, trying to understand but coming up with nothing. Why would a thirty-something-year-old guy give a shit what his parents think?

Swallowing back the words I want to say, I ask, “What do you need from me? Do you want me to call Cass? She’s here today.”

“No, she’s made it more than clear that she’s not interested in talking to me anymore. We just need to get a scan. Can you call Walker? I know general bone shit but need him to take a look.”

I wince, wishing this had happened a month earlier. “He already started his fellowship at UH. Do you want me to page whoever’s on call for ortho?”

“No. It has to be someone who will keep things under the radar.” His tone is more curt now as he purses his lips, thinking through what he wants to do. “Page Parker.”

“I don’t—”

His face is tight with worry but his words are steady. “Page Parker.”

I nod, squeezing the baby’s tiny fingers in mine. Fortunately, there’s a computer in the room, so I stand and quickly log in.

For a second I wonder why Wes doesn’t just send him a page directly, but then I realize that he clearly wasn’t working today because he’s in running shorts and a lightweight T-shirt.

Less than a minute after I send the message, I get a call to my work phone. “This is Morgan.”

“What’s going on? I’m on my way.”

I can feel my stomach twist. Glancing over at Wes, he simply nods like he’s giving me the go-ahead to explain the situation to Parker.

The problem is . . . I’m not entirely sure he’s going to come if I tell him the truth. We squashed our own beef, but he’s still Parker Winters—the man isn’t exactly known to be the most emotionally intelligent and forgiving person in the world.

I chew on my lip, trying to come up with an angle.

“Hello?” Parker’s tone isn’t harsh, but it isn’t exactly pleasant either.

“Sorry,” I reply, hoping what I’m about to say works. “Remember everything we talked about in Vegas? How you love Cass, and how you’d do anything for her, and how she’s made you a better person?”

I don’t look over at Wes, but I can feel his eyes boring into me because he knows exactly what I’m doing. They both love her, and there’s no doubt that she loves both of them. If anyone can bridge the gap, it’s Cassidy. Well, her, and a cute-ass baby.

“What?” A sound pings over the phone as Parker asks, “Is everything okay? I’m about to get on the elevator.”

“I’ll see you in a second.” I hang up, cutting him off from asking any additional questions.

I glance at Wes. “You’re sure?”

He dips his chin, staring past me like he’s preparing for battle. Dread pools in my body as we wait in uncomfortable silence.

Less than a minute later, Parker slides open the door. His midnight-blue eyes find mine first before they scan the room and land on Weston. I watch him, trying to discern his expression but nothing changes, not even a tick of his jaw or a pulse of that throbbing vein Claire is always talking about.

It’s so quiet that you can hear the hum of the air conditioner above us, and my sweaty palms reach up to fiddle with my necklace, nervously waiting for the bomb that I dropped to explode.

Only it doesn’t.

Parker slides his hands into his navy scrub pockets and calmly turns to face me. I swallow, preparing to be chewed out.

“I—”

“Morgan, can you please give us a moment?”

I cock my head to make sure I heard him correctly. When the fuck have I ever heard this man say please?

“Uh—”

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