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“I appreciate this,” I tell him and follow him down the corridor.
“Well, I need you alive and well to finally get you on this golf trip,” he jokes.
I inwardly groan. Is this the cost of this scan?
I don’t answer. I go in silently and let him shove me in machines to scan my brain.
Get this over with so I can get back to Stephanie. I know my family will accept her, because she is mine. I’m more intrigued about how they will react. I’ve never brought a woman home to them. I’ve never had someone to call mine.
“I’m sure it’s fine, Finn. Don’t worry.” He claps his hand on my shoulder, and I shudder, turning to him and glaring.
It’s enough for him to take his hands off me.
It’s not fine either way.
On the one hand, I’m sick.
On the other? I’m falling for my wife.
I’m feeling things.
By the time we’re done, I only have ten minutes to get to Stephanie. Fred is sitting behind his desk, pulling up my scan images.
His glasses are on, and he’s studying them. But I can see the results clearly.
“You’re looking all good, Finn,” he mutters, turning to me.
My jaw clenches.
“Do you think maybe it could be stress or anxiety?”
I scoff. Fuck off.
“Why do you look so pissed off?” he asks with a frown.
I tap my fingers on the desk, staring at my healthy brain.
It’s not my heart; I already checked that. It’s not my head.
Fuck. Is what I feel for her real?
“I just thought I was right.”
“We can refer you? More tests? This was obviously quite fast-tracked.”
I shake my head.
“No. I know how to fix it.”
“Alright. Next month for golf?” he asks.
I refrain from rolling my eyes.
“No.”
“One day I’ll get you.”
He chuckles as I stand. He fucking won’t. I couldn’t think of anything worse.
