Page 20 of Healed Hearts

A few seconds later, a photo comes through. It’s of Wren, asleep on what appears to be a couch with a sticker on each cheek, her forehead, and her chin.

A huge smile lights up my face. She’s too adorable for words.

Should I text him back? I think I have to, right? It would be rude if I didn’t. I quickly save his number, then glance around to make sure that Beck isn’t peeking over my shoulder and reply.

Me

OMG! She is so cute. Thank you for sharing that with me :)

I slide my phone into my pocket, but as soon as it clears the fabric, it vibrates again. I pull it back out at a very normal rate of speed. Scout’s honor. I definitely don’t rip it out like it holds all the secrets of the universe.

Ro

What time will the two of you be home? I tried to text Beck, but he’s not answering.

Well, that’s disappointing.

Me

I’m standing in the ER right now waiting for Beck to finish up, so as soon as he’s done. Can’t imagine it will be long. ER is dead.

I hold my phone in my hand for a second, knowing that he’ll be texting soon.

Ro

You aren’t supposed to say that, Hold. You should know this!

I grin like a loon. He’s so easy to rile up, and he doesn’t even work in medicine. It’s so funny to me.

Me

I mean, probably not. But you know me. I’m a rebel.

He sends back an eye roll emoji and nothing else.

I’m about to text him back when Julian’s number pops up across the top of my screen. Holy shit.Holy shit. I switch text threads.

Julian

Thank you for today, Holden.

I pull my lower lip between my teeth, my stomach a little fluttery.

Me

It’s no problem at all.

I stare at my phone for a while, waiting to see if he’s going to text back. He doesn’t. It’s a little disappointing, but I don’t have time to linger on those thoughts because Beck comes up beside me. I quickly slide my phone back into my pocket. Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything amiss. “You ready to go?”

I nod. “Yep. Ro texted me, by the way.”

He shoots me a glance as we make our way to the door. “Yeah, he texted me too. I was finishing up with a patient, so I couldn’t get back to him.”

“I texted him back. Don’t worry.”

As I climb into the passenger seat, my phone buzzes again. It’s most likely Ro, but my heart gives a little jolt anyway because there’s a chance it’s not. There’s a chance it’s Julian. I work very hard to appear totally normal. Nothing to see here, Beckett. Mind your own business.

“Did you have a good day?”

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