Page 24 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

He holds out his hand to reveal two white pills. “Tylenol.”

I take the pills, and he hands me a glass of water to wash them down. “You called me. You don’t remember?”

I shake my head after taking the pills. I set the glass on the bedside table, and he places a tray on my lap with yogurt, toast, and fruit.

“You called me late last night. You said you went out with friends, that you were dancing and that when you went back to the table, your friends were gone, even though your purse was there. Someone had stolen your wallet and phone. You didn’t have money for a cab, and you didn’t have a way to call anyone else for help.”

“So you picked me up?”

He nods. “Good thing, too. I walked in just in time to see some asshole drug your drink.

My eyes widen and my brows arch high.

“It’s fine; you didn’t drink it. I got you out of there, but you were so out of it that you couldn’t tell me your address. I didn’t know what else to do, so I brought you here.”

I shake my head. “I … I don’t know what happened,” I mutter, trying to think back. “Thank you for coming to get me.”

He nods.

I pick up a slice of toast and take a small bite. My stomach roils, but I know I need to force it down. “Did I miss anything last night?”

He looks at me questioningly.

I take a deep breath. “I mean … did anything…” I clear my throat, trying to gain the strength to ask. “Did anything happen last night? With us?”

He furrows his brows. “Well, you puked on my shoes. Does that count?”

I laugh and my face heats. My eyes close, and my hand moves to cover them. “That’s so embarrassing.”

He chuckles. “I’m a doctor. I see all kinds of bodily fluids, so no need to be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us.”

My hands fall away. “If you send me the cleaning bill, I’ll take care of it,” I assure him.

He laughs as she sits on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks over at me. “Oh, I already threw them out. There was no saving them.”

I let out a whine as a giggle slips through, and I stick out my lower lip. “God, this is so embarrassing. I’m not like this.” I meet his eyes and watch them darken as they fall from my face, down to my neck and chest.

He wets his lips before forcing his eyes back on mine. “Like what?”

“Like this,” I say, motioning down my body. “I’m usually very put-together. I don’t drink. I don’t go out and party. I focus on my schoolwork, but I’ve done nothing but make a mess of things here lately. I’m just making one big mistake after another and at the worst time. You’re my boss. I should be trying to make myself look good, so it betters my chances of landing a job after graduation, not showing you how awful I am.” I roll my eyes as my emotions get heavy.

“You’re not an awful person, Ally. You’re young. This is the time to make mistakes. Trust me, it’s much easier to recover at your age than my age. When you’re young, everyone writes it off as a learning experience.” His eyes meet mine. “So, what have you learned?”

Not to fall for my bossruns through my head, and I bite my lip to hold back a smile. “Ummmm, don’t drink?” It comes out sounding like a question.

He chuckles. “Well, I suppose. I would go with ‘drink responsibly’, ‘don’t leave your purse unattended’, and ‘maybe have a backup plan with your friends when you go out so you don’t end up stranded again.’”

I nod. “That was a much better response.” I laugh, and he joins in.

“Eat up, and I’ll take you home.” He stands, walking over to the accent chair in the corner of the room. He picks up a throw blanket and begins folding it.

“Did you sleep in that chair last night?” I ask, poking a piece of strawberry with my fork.

“I was worried about leaving you alone with as drunk as you seemed. I didn’t want you to vomit in your sleep and aspirate.” He tosses the folded blanket over the back of the chair before turning to face me. He shrugs. “Sleeping in the same bed seemed a little too personal, so I crashed in the chair. It wasn’t a big deal.” He waves his hand through the air.

But it is a big deal, and it makes my heart race. “That’s so nice of you. You must be exhausted after spending the night like that.”

“It’s nothing,” he says, repositioning the ottoman.

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