Page 45 of One Unexpected Gift

“What did you hit?”

“A baseball bat? Sinus pressure? A hangover? All three.”

“Nick. Seriously. You need to tell me what happened so I can help, and then I’m getting you to the hospital.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Can you drive me to the hospital?”

This was worse than she anticipated. A guy like Nick, one filled to the brim with testosterone, did not beg to go to the hospital.

“Can you stand?”

“Yeah.”

She helped him to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist. “This wasn’t how I envisioned my first visit to your place.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“Not in this condition, you won’t.”

They rounded the corner to the living room, and she scooped up his pill bottle tucking it in the front pocket of her sweatshirt.

“There’s a baby in my house,” he said when they came across Gabby.

“I’ll explain later. After you’ve explained this.” With her free hand, she picked up the car seat and guided Nick out the door to her car.

Once buckled in, he rested his head back and closed his eyes. “There’s a baby in the car.”

“I’m glad you’re coherent. Now tell me what happened.” If he had a concussion, she needed to keep him awake until a doctor could examine him.

“I get headaches.”

“Have you had them checked out before?”

She gripped the wheel tight as she drove as fast as safely possible to the hospital. Headaches could be a sign of an aneurysm or some underlying condition. Too many concussions. Brain damage. Hemorrhaging. She mentally cursed Nick for being too pigheaded to wait until he was vomiting from pain before calling the doctor.

There were serious responsibility issues with this guy. Sky glanced in the rear view mirror and eyed the car seat. She mentally cursed God for making her fall for Nick and then showing her fourteen thousand reasons why he wasn’t the one for her.

Nonononononono. Not falling. She didn’t know him well enough to fall for him. He was funny and charming and sexy. And there was the compassionate side to him and the generous side that volunteered and donated to his community. He hadn’t pushed her or expected to get lucky during their few dates. That didn’t mean she was falling for him.

Nope. Not one single eensy weensy teeny bit.

Nick moaned and held his head with both hands.

“Have you taken anything for the pain?” The seat belt pressed the prescription bottle against her stomach.

“Some Tylenol. Which does jack.”

“How long have you had these headaches?”

“Off and on for the past two weeks.”

“Have they all been this bad?”

“No. Progressively getting worse with each day,” he moaned.

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