Page 19 of He Saved My Boy
Still nothing.
What the fuck is going on?
I’d call her, but I didn’t even think to get her fucking number yesterday. Nope. I was too busy,enjoying the momentto be bothered with thinking about needing it.
I walk to the dining area to see if she’s there but no such luck.
Thinking maybe she’s in the shower, I knock once again when I get to her door.
“Teagan? Are you there?” I holler through the door.
But still nothing.
Then another thought hits me.
Holy shit, what if last night didn’t mean the same to her? I swear she was into me, but maybe this was just a one-night stand to her, and I’m being blown off.
Thinking about the way we talked and snuggled between rounds of pleasure, my gut knows that isn’t the case—but where the hell is she?
Sulking, I return to my room.
The place still smells of her perfume, and the disarray of the blankets on the bed makes my memories from last night repeat on a loop. Every kiss, every laugh, and every confession felt so real. I swear our connection was real.
But after two more days, what would come of it?
She’s going back to Washington, and I’m stuck here, dumbass.
Maybe she realized things have gotten too real and decided to bolt before I could dismiss her—like everyone I’ve been with since realizing becoming a doctor was my dream. It’s probably for the best that she leaves. It’s not like I’m good at long-term relationships.
Before I can contemplate this much further, my phone rings with the on-call tone I’ve given the hospital to take note of emergencies.
“This is Davis Fallon.”
A sweet, Southern voice comes through the phone. “I’m sorry to bother you on your vacation, but Dr. Jamison’s wife has gone into labor, and we need a consult for a four-year-old male who appears to have fractured their olecranon. It’s close to the growth plate, and the physician on call would like a consult before casting to determine if surgery is necessary.”
Immediately, my hand goes to my elbow as I rub the protruding bone she speaks of.
“I’m about thirty-five to forty minutes away from the hospital. I can be there within the hour. Please reach out to Hannah Brighton, my intern, and fill her in on this. Tell her when to expect me. I’ll be looking forward to having her get me up to date with the further needs of the patient when I arrive. I’d like to keep the family waiting as little as possible. Please let them also know I’m on my way.”
“Will do, sir.”
“Thank you.”
And with that, my vacation is officially over.
I quickly rush to the bathroom and gather my things to stuff them into my suitcase. Thank goodness I hadn’t unpacked because this case will keep me busy for the next day or so, and I’m scheduled to work the remainder of the week.
Walking past Teagan’s door, I knock once more, but it’s a futile attempt as it remains unanswered. Stopping at the front desk, I ring the bell and wait for assistance. It doesn’t take long before the woman who served us breakfast yesterday appears.
“How can I help you?”
“I have an emergency I need to get to Austin for. Is it possible to leave a note for another guest with you?”
When she nods in approval, I quickly grab a piece of paper from a pad on the counter and scribble out a note.
Teagan,
I had a work emergency and had to return to Austin unexpectedly.
