Page 23 of Don't Want to Fall
“Not my job,” I mutter. “I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t want to dampen the trip, but I got fired for dating a patient.”
“Good,” she says.
“What?”
“That hospital treated you like shit, Devin. Don’t think I didn’t notice how your reading tracker doubled overnight. You’ve been escaping into books like it’s your life’s mission. That awful Director of Nursing had it out for you. If it wasn’t this, she’d have found something else to fire you for. Something worse that might’ve ruined your future.”
“Well, I doubt I’ll be able to get another job in Omaha.”
“So get one here,” she says.
“This is crazy, though, right? Because the whole reason I’m considering moving to Cinnamon Creek is for a guy I just mettwodays ago. One who has the cutest daughter on the planet, and what if it doesn’t work out? Then there are three broken hearts, and I’ll be stuck in this town all alone.”
“I think you missed the part where I’m moving here too,” Erin says.
“I had finally just given up on finding my future husband. I’ve been trying so hard, dating all these duds. But the one time I try to have a meaningless vacation fling, the lovable grump goes and makes me fall in love with him.”
My eyes go wide.
Erin just smirks.
“Okay, so maybe you have a point.”
“Where is he now?” she asks.
“I don’t know.”
“So call him.”
“I lost my phone in a battle with a moose,” I say.
“Let’s go talk to Winnie. She’ll know how to get a hold of him.” Erin tugs me by the wrist, giving me no choice in the matter as she drags me downstairs. Her grip is surprisingly tight. I guess she’s afraid if she lets go that I’ll run.
But I don’t consider running, because Tabby is in the lobby.
“Miss Devin!” Tabby says, rushing over and wrapping her arms around me.
“Tabby, what are you doing here?” I scan the lobby, but there’s no sign of Flynn. There’s no sign of Winnie either, for that matter.”
“Mom and Scott are talking to Winnie about wedding stuff,” she says. “Are you looking for my dad?”
“Is he here?”
Tabby shakes her head, those pigtails swishing from side to side. She’s wearing lime green ribbons decorated with little hearts in them today. “I’m meeting him for cinnamon rolls after my mom’s done. At the bakery.”
Erin looks down at my wrapped ankle. “Can you make it to the bakery?”
“Fred can take you,” Tabby insists, tugging me by the wrist. Apparently no one thinks I can make it anywhere without being guided. “He’s out front.”
“What am I supposed to say?” I ask Erin.
“Tell him you love him,” Tabby says. “Duh!”
Chapter Twelve
Flynn
“You okay, man?” Tucker Black asks, pulling up a seat at the small bakery table. He takes a hearty sip of the largest size coffee Ivy offers and sets it on the table. I don’t know the man all that well. He’s a friend of Hudson and Reid who helps run rafting trips for the lodge. Like most of us, he has a military background. But I don’t know much about him aside from that.
