Nada.
Maybe I’m broken. I haven’t had an orgasm in what feels like years now.
“Mmm, I’ll be ready and waiting in bed for you, beautiful.”
Great. Just what I need after a shift.
“Have fun at your meeting,” I whisper.
As he gives me one more kiss before leaving, a wave of relief washes over me when the front door closes behind him.
Peace.
Slumping back onto the couch, Bertie joins me again and I rest my head on top of his.
“What do you think? Does he need to go?” I whisper to him and laugh. He’s not going to respond to me.
“How about a ride in the car and walkies?”
Now that gets his attention. Bertie yelps in excitement and pounces to the floor, his tail wagging wildly.
And just like that, my stress melts away at the sight of his happy little face.
I’d be happy just with my dog. My baby and my cars are all I need. Oh—and my job.
Just as I slip the harness on Bertie, my phone vibrates on the couch with the one name I’d never ignore.
Dr. Finn Quinn.
I pout, picking it up. It’s his brother Declan's wedding today. What could he want?
“Dr. Quinn. Everything okay?” I ask as Bertie whines by the front door.
“Yes. Well. No, actually. Conan’s been in a car accident and looks like he’ll need some glass removed from his thigh. I’d go, but I’ve had too much to drink to be anywhere near a needle.”
I cringe. Ouch.
“Okay. You want me to do it? I can get to the hospital in fifteen.”
There’s a moment's pause.
“Could you pick him up? I’d rather not have this put on his medical records. For his fighting career and such.”
I swallow.
“Uh. Sure. I don’t have anything here, though.”
Finn blows out a breath. I keep telling him I need my own office, but the hospital finance director won’t give me one yet.
“Use my office and lock the door behind you.”
My heart races, but this means he trusts me. Which, as his mentee, means everything.
He’s the top of his field, and I want to be the top of mine.
“Text me the location and his number. I’ll leave now.”
“Appreciate this, Hallie. Thank you. If Conan is a pain in the ass, just don’t numb it.”