Page 302 of Midnights
On the surface, Mike's basically a poster boy for charm and manners. Polite, thoughtful, and says all the right things. But no matter how much I tell myself, I can't quite relax. Maybe it's the fact that my life's been a dumpster fire lately.
None of this makes sense.
I barely have time to process before someone else steps into the room. I'm assuming he's the doctor.
He’s older, tall, and dressed way too casually for a doctor. He's in a button-down with slacks, and wire-rimmed glasses that catch the light as he adjusts them.
“Hello, Raven,” the man greets with a warm tone. “I heard you passed out. I’m here to check on a few things, and make sure you’re alright. Mike said you weren’t feeling well.”
I swallow, keeping my expression neutral. Great. Let's add 'random fainting' to my growing list of party tricks.
“I feel a little better now.” I lift the glass of water slightly, as if that somehow proves my point. “Not sure what happened. One second, I was fine. The next, I felt dizzy, then… I woke up here.”
My voice comes out steady, but my pulse isn’t. I reach for my necklace, but my fingers meet bare skin. Right, it’s in my bag. The bag I don’t have. Realizing I didn’t actually bring my bag to our meeting makes me feel a little better. But I still need my phone so I can get the fuck out of here before anything else happens.
“I see.” He tilts his head slightly, like he’s trying to piece something together. Then, after a beat, he asks, “I have to ask, because it’s surprisingly common in cases like this, but is there a chance you might be pregnant?”
I snort before I can stop myself. “No. Absolutely not.”
The answer comes out sharper than I intend, but seriously?That’s what you’re leading with?
He chuckles, unfazed. “Had to ask.”
The warmth in his voice cools, turning clinical. “Have you experienced anything like this before? Dizziness? Tingling in your hands? Memory issues? Anything… unusual like that?”
I open my mouth, then stop.
Yeah, pretty sure blurting out my weird symptoms to a stranger isn't the move.
I know it's probably nothing and he's just doing his job, but paranoia and I are old friends now that I smell like a walking air freshener.
I force a shrug. “Not really. I probably just ate something dumb. My body likes to throw a fit about random foods.”
It's not a total lie, but it still feels weak.
His stare lingers before he hums thoughtfully. “Hmm. Maybe it was just low blood sugar.” He leans forward a bit, looking down his glasses. “When did you last eat before the diner?”
“Breakfast I guess?”
Before he can ask another question, Mike walks back in. The doctor barely acknowledges him, holding up a single finger before moving to his side, speaking in hushed tones. I can't make out their words, but Mike glances at me—just for a second. The doctor's gestures look casual enough, probably telling him I'm fine.
And yet, the hairs on the back of my neck refuse to settle.
Chapter 51
theMOMENTiknew
Kane
Iknew she was wild. Knew that fire was barely contained under the surface. But this was something else. This felt like striking a match to gasoline and standing in the blaze, knowing damn well I should turn away. But I don't. I can't.
It should unsettle me, force me to step back. Instead, it fans the flames.
I run a hand through my hair, savoring the memory of her like I have any fucking choice.
The thought sticks with me as I finish my shower, knowing Cam is on his way. Today I finally get to hit him, and for once, I might even go easy on him. It’s hard to be in a bad mood when I feel this fucking good.
By the time I’m dressed in sweats and a shirt, I toss my phone onto the dresser and head downstairs, moving on autopilot toward my office.
