Page 79 of Finding Mercy

He moves from my lips to my jaw, to my neck, devouring me like a starving man. He bites my neck as his hands move down my back to my ass.

“Why couldn’t you believe me?” His voice sounds pained. “I would never betray you.”

“Because finding you with a naked woman made anything you said unbelievable.”

He steps back from me and shakes his head.

“Liam, I love you.”

He blows out a big breath, “I’ll always love you, Mercy. Until the day I stop breathing.”

He walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Twenty-Eight

LIAM

She believes me.She knows I didn’t cheat on her. It’s everything I wanted since she walked into that fucking room. Why am I so angry with her for not believing me without proof? I know I would've been heartbroken if I found her like that. And the excuse ‘it’s not what it looks like’ would not have flown. The truth is, I’m so fucking angry with her, whether it’s rational or not. I wanted to not kiss her back so badly, just leave her in that room without ever touching her. My body can’t say no to her, whether I’m pissed or not. I was two seconds away from angry fucking her, which would have been too rough and painful even for Mercy. If I had done to her what I wanted to do, it probably would’ve been over for sure. I wanted so badly to remove my belt and spank the hell out of her. But that’s a hard limit for her, so I can’t. Instead, I did the responsible thing and walked away.

I text Xander.

Me: I could really use a drink. Are you in surgery tonight?

Xander: No, I'm done for the day in about an hour.

Me:On-Call Roomat five?

Xander: Sounds good.

After checking on my other patients, I checked in with Michael one last time. His heart rate scared me. I honestly thought we were going to lose him. I haven’t lost many patients, and one is far too many.

“Hey buddy, how are you feeling?”

“Better,” he smiles shyly.

I look at his parents, who have sat at his bedside the entire time. They are never both gone at the same time.

“I hope you’re taking care of yourselves as well.”

His mom smiles, “I’m fine now. I think I died a thousand deaths yesterday though. Thank you for staying and making sure our boy was okay.”

I grab his chart to look through the most recent results of his EKG.

“My pleasure,” I respond to her while assessing the data.

“Much better,” I said.

“Is he going to be, okay?” His mom asks.

I grin, “I think so. But I do want a pediatric cardiologist to come take a look. I was able to prescribe medication to regulate his heart rate but I’m not a heart specialist. So, let’s have an expert in and see what she thinks.”

She nods, “Of course, thank you doctor.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now, Michael. I want you to stay in bed until the heart doctor sees you, okay?”

He groans, expectedly. They never want to hear that. “Nurse Gloria will bring you a tablet to keep you occupied. But we can’t be too careful. If the specialist says you can go to the playroom, then I’m fine with it. But until then let's play it safe.”

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