Page 94 of Bittersweet Addiction

“Come on, April…you sound like a nice lady. Help us out.”

I can almost see Drew’s flirty grin through the phone and I roll my eyes.Do what you gotta do, just let me talk to my man.

“Okay let me see what I can do. Can I place you on hold?”

“Yes, ma’am. I do appreciate you. William Montgomery is his name.”

I definitely hear a giggle before hold music comes over the phone. “Okay, well I can’t do that,” I say into the phone referring to his ways of getting what he wants through flirting with women.

“You probably sounded like a crazy person when you called too, didn’t you?”

“Did not!”

“Did you yell?”

“Once. But she deserved it. And I apologized.”

I’m sure Drew is about to say something smart back when April returns to the line. “Hi, Mr. Montgomery, it appears that Dr. Montgomery has gone to bed.”

“Okay…April, is there any way we can wake him up? His fiancée is very worried…she might go into labor soon.”

Smart! Way to go, Drew!

“Umm…Mr. Montgomery, his file says that his fiancée is newly pregnant and emergency calls outside of the permitted times can only be as a direct result of the hospitalization of Ms. Pierce, or any members of the immediate Montgomery family. Is…Ms. Pierce in the hospital?”

I hear him sigh in defeat. “No, she’s not.”

“Then…I’m afraid I can’t help you, Mr. Montgomery.”

“Someone told me that they were going to call me….I think her name was Betty?” I interject, completely fed up with this bullshit.

“Umm, who is this?”

“Ms. Pierce, obviously,” I growl.

“Okay, Ms. Pierce. I don’t know anything about that, it’s possible that they haven’t gotten around to returning your call? The on-call doctors are very busy with on-site patients. They don’t have time to return every phone call the same day.”

I put my head in my hand.This is a nightmare.

“Okay, so when would you suggest we call back?” Drew asks.

“Tomorrow between four and six is the best time to get your brother on the phone.”

I fall backwards on the bed letting out a loud groan. “Oh, for the love of God.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s really all I can suggest.”

“Fine. Wait!” I say. “Family Day…that’s Thursday right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What time? I haven’t been able to talk to him, so I don’t know.”

“Noon until three.”

“Great, thanks.”

They better hope they let me talk to him before then, or else I am going to cause the biggest scene of my life.

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