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“Got it,” I said with a decisive nod.
I might be able to save these patients, but I wasn’t sure if I could save myself. I didn’thave itat all. Colt told me he was falling for me. That I was the one who got away. He seemed to want it all with me, even talking about someday soon ditching birth control to try for a baby. But didallinclude my sociopath sister who was surely going to fuck with his life?
He didn’t deserve that. He deserved more than me.
Fuck. I should be the one with a knife wound to the chest because that was what it felt like.
I was going to have to break up with him.
“Molly, got a sixty-three year old complaining of chest pains coming in. Two minutes out.” It was Jane, one of the nurses, who stirred me from my sad thoughts.
I nodded, slung my stethoscope around my neck and went to grab some gloves.
Breaking up with Colt would have to wait.
15
COLT
It had beenthree days since I’d seen Molly.
She worked nights this week, I worked days. We slept on alternate schedules. I’d even gone into the ER twice when she worked but I’d missed her. Once she was with a patient getting a CAT scan, another the nurses had no idea where she was.
I messaged. Texted. I felt like a tenth grader with his first girlfriend. I felt like a real stalker wanting to catch even a glimpse of her. My heart and my dick both missed her.
Something was up.
Molly had accused me of stalking her. It hadn’tbeen true before, but I was almost to stalker stage now. In fact, it was only Cam’s call that kept me from pulling into the hospital lot and finding my girl, even if she was in the morgue cutting up a dead body.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“Dude, I need you over here.”
Cam was pretty levelheaded. He could handle his own. As a vet, the most dangerous patient he cared for was Mr. Bateman’s yippy chihuahua and that little fucker liked to bite. I knew because I’d been on more than one call for him doing just that.
I stiffened in my seat. “Is there an emergency?”
“No lights and sirens needed, but I got something to show you,” he said. From the tone of his voice, it didn’t sound like he was going to show me the letter that said he won the lottery.
Looking left and right, then in the rearview mirror, I did a one-eighty in the road and cut across town to Cam’s animal clinic. It was on the edge of Devil’s Ditch where there was enough land for a large pen that was attached to the building. He treated everything from birds and lizards to dogs and cats, but also large animals like sheep and cows. Those didn’t come in through the front door on a leash, but were transported in a trailer and put in the pen.
I parked, waved to Louisa, his vet tech, who pointed me to his office.
Cam was in his desk chair and he swiveled to face me. I took off my hat. Beneath my coat, I was sweating. I didn’t like the idea of anything happening to my family and the fact that he hadn’t mentioned what it was had me coming up with all kinds of possibilities.
“Dude, you’re making me feel like Ma, freaking out when there’s something up with one of us,” I told him.
He smirked, then it slipped away. Not a good sign. “Sorry.”
“What the hell’s going on?”
He spun his chair back to his desk and pointed at his computer screen.
“Someone broke into the clinic last night.”
“What?” I asked, moving to get a better look. “Any damage? Did they take anything?”
Cam was opening his security feed and, using a mouse, hit rewind on a black and white recording. I moved so I could see even better and leaned my hip against the desk.
