I wanted to say something before she turned away. I wanted to ask her out to dinner or something. But Brad was right there, and judging by how cold she was toward me, the answer was going to be no.
What the hell had I done to deserve it?
Now, I was going home with a moon boot and my son rather than the hot nurse I wanted to fuck on every surface in my house.
Perfect.
5
REBECCA
BythetimeIgot home after my shift, I was emotionally drained. We’d had three critical patients after a terrible bus accident, and we’d lost some of them. Working trauma shift in the ER meant shorter shifts because it was more taxing, but I was already dealing with my sister’s death. The other patients we’d lost had just been oil on the fire.
I crawled into bed, and let out a deep breath, billowing my cheeks.
My phone rang, and I groaned.
I peeked at the caller ID with one eye.
Brad.
I let the call roll over to voicemail. He knew what time I knocked off when I worked the night shift and often called me to chat at this time of day. I wasn’t in the mood to chat. I’d had a rough day dealing with my parents, and I was irritated.
The phone stopped ringing, and I closed my eyes again.
Only for the phone to start ringing again.
I groaned. Brad wouldn’t call twice unless there was a good reason. If either of us didn’t answer on the first ring, we usually let it slide.
“This better be good, Leggatt,” I said to him with a groan.
“Are you home?” Brad asked without any introduction.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I pushed up on my elbow, the phone against my ear.
“Could you do me a favor and go check up on my dad?”
“What?”
“I’ve tried calling him. Last night and this morning. He’s not answering my calls, and Chris says he hasn’t been in the office all week. I’m worried about him.”
Why couldn’t Brad check up on his own dad?
“I’m not in town, Beck,” Brad said as if he could read my mind. “If I could go, I would. Trust me. I keep thinking something terrible has happened, and if that’s the case, you’re the only one equipped to deal with it. Besides, he knows you. He might send anyone else away.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to go see Landon. He was a pain in my ass, and after our little run-in at the hospital last week, it was clear he didn’t want my help.
“Please, Beck, I trust you,” Brad said.
“Okay,” I said. I couldn’t turn Brad down. He was always there for me, no matter what time of day or night. I could hear the concern in his voice.
“You’re a saint,” he said. “Let me know as soon as you can. I’ll organize whatever I need to from here if it comes down to it.”
“I’m sure it will be okay, Brad,” I said. “I’ll go over there and see what’s going on.”
Brad thanked me again before I ended the call. I dragged myself out of bed and dressed in jeggings and a T-shirt. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and stepped into the early morning.
The air was crisp, and dark clouds threatened rain. My phone pinged with an address from Brad, and I headed out.