Page 86 of A Doctor for Daisy

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Falling In Love

The next morning, Theo was up early and called into the hospital to check on his patients. He was going to drive over around nine, see how they were doing and discharge them both. He was on call from Friday to Friday, so next week he hoped he didn’t have to go in on Thanksgiving.

He also hoped he didn’t get called in after he made the offer to have dinner with Luke and Heather today but told himself that he wasn’t going to live his life sitting around and waiting for a call that might not come.

“What time are you going in?” Daisy asked when she came into the kitchen earlier than he thought. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes and wearing one of his Yale T-shirts. He was positive there wasn’t a sexier image his eyes had ever seen.

“Around nine,” he said. “I already called the hospital and got updates. This will allow them to eat and see how they feel, then get discharged this morning. There weren’t any problems from either of them last night.”

“Did they only have to stay the night because you operated so late?” she asked.

“Yes. If it was earlier in the day, I’m sure they would have been discharged, but since it was later and then they had to work out care too, it was best to keep them the night for observation due to the concussions.”

“That stinks how it happened,” she said. “But I’m sure the father was just worried for his daughter.”

“That was the case,” he said. “My mother would have reacted that way. She’s not good in situations like that.”

“But your father is,” she said. “And you too, right?”

“Yes,” he said. “It kind of goes with the territory.”

“I know Luke and Zane are too, but Luke told Heather he thought he was going to pass out when he saw it was her in the accident.”

“I remember,” he said. “But he was far from passing out. He swore, then his face went white. I was watching him to see, but he kept it in control and did what he had to.”

“I’m not sure I could do that,” she said.

“Yes, you could. I believe it. You’d be fine.”

“That’s nice of you to say. Can I make you breakfast or did you eat?”

It was seven thirty. “I ate. I can make you something if you want?”

“Nah,” she said. “I’ll go take a shower and then come out and have cereal. Heather should be up too, but I’ll text her when I’m out and then see what she says.”

He watched Daisy go back into his room, her ass swishing as if she knew he was watching. Yeah, she probably did.

She just brought so much lightness to his life without him even realizing he needed it.

He finished reading some news on his laptop and turned when Daisy came back out in black leggings, her hair damp and loose around the shoulders of her green sweater that rested on her hips.

She had one smoking body on her. Many women would want to hide their hips in leggings. Not Daisy. She had no problem showing off the toned body she worked hard at when she had the time.

“Here is your coffee,” he said, handing her the cup. When he’d heard the hairdryer shut off, he made it for her.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing him on the lips. “Heather and Luke don’t have any plans. Do you want to make it an early dinner? More like a late lunch?”

“That was going to be my suggestion,” he said. “Tell me what to make and I’ll stop and get it at the store.”

“You’re going to cook?” she asked.

“I thought we could do it together, but I can do it if you want.”

“See,” she said. “Sweet. Let me see what Heather is in the mood for. We’ll figure it out.”

Hours later, he was back home with the steaks he’d grabbed at the store. Daisy was making the tortellini salad she’d served him on their first date and there were cookies in the oven.

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