Page 28 of He Saved My Boy
“That’s totally understandable. Enjoy your evening.” And he’s gone as quick as he arrived.
I fork a piece of steak and slowly enjoy its savory flavor. I could eat these every day for the rest of my life, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire.
Then I notice Annie still staring at me.
“What?” I ask defensively. “Did I spill something on me?”
Tilting her head to get a better angle at whatever she’s looking at, her jaw pops open, then slowly closes, making me feel even more self-conscious.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Finally, she breaks her silence. “Since when do you not dance to your favorite song?”
Shrugging, I remind her, “I told you I was hungry.”
“Hmmm…” She nods suspiciously, then goes in for the kill. “So… have you heard from your dreamy Doctor Davis?”
“Uh, last I checked, I’m not onGrey’s Anatomy—and who uses the word dreamy? Are you suddenly sixty? I’m pretty sure I would’ve told you, since we talk every day, but no, I haven’t heard from him. Besides, he has my number. He obviously didn’t want to reach out.”
“You gave him your number?” she asks in confusion. “You never told me that.”
“Well, I gave it to the nurse at the hospital. Clearly, he doesn’t want to see me again.”
Pity flashes across her features, and confusion fills mine. “Teagan. You may be the smartest person I know, but you are so dumb sometimes. The nurse will only use that number to call you during the surgery. He likely will never see the number.”
Shit, I never thought of that.
“Clearly, you’re not over him if you won’t even dance with another guy.”
“Of course, I’m not over him. We had one perfect day, but I’m sure that’ll be all it ever amounts to. I’ll look at the photos and replay that night in my dreams when I sleep for many months to come. He’s single and carefree, and I’m a single mom who can’t put her needs first. But I won’t lie to myself and say I don’t miss the way he could read my body like he was given a special-coded map, or the way I was able to trust him implicitly after just meeting him.”
I remember every kiss, every touch, and more importantly, the way he could wring Os out of me like it was his personal mission in life. Yeah, it’s best to keep my trusty vibrator charged, replaying that night on a loop is about all the action I’ll be getting for the inevitable future.
“Connor’s appointment is tomorrow, right?” Annie asks, breaking me from my tangled thoughts.
“Yeah.” The thought alone of seeing Davis again sends shivers up my spine.
“Girl—you’ve got it bad.”
“It’s not like that,” I insist. “I’m nervous about Connor’s prognosis. He’s been rambunctious lately, and I worry they’ll have to go through all that again to reset the bone or something will go wrong.” All these thoughts are honestly my fears, though thoughts of Davis are at times more predominant.
God, I do have it bad.
“I’m sure that’s true—but sell it to someone else, sister—you want to see him.”
Sighing heavily, I admit my feelings. “Yeah, but it’s not like anything can come of it.”
“I’m not so sure.”
I guess I’ll just have to see, won’t I… That thought alone scares the shit out of me.
* * *
Taking Connor’s hand,we walk through the hospital doors. He goes from being his usual chatty self, to unusually quiet. Hopefully, he’s just taking in the enormous mural of the ocean on the wall, rather than getting scared again. We had a conversation last night and this morning about how the worst is behind us. He just has to have patience and most importantly—let his arm heal.
When we check in, I have more paperwork to fill out—since this is his first visit to this hospital. Just as I’m finishing it, the nurse calls Connor’s name.
The moment we stand, a woman about my mother’s age walks to greet us. “Hi, Connor, I’m Miss Carol. I’m going to help you get ready to see Dr. Fallon. Right this way.”
