Page 38 of Finding Us Again

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

It was a lie. I was so far from fine, but Jackson worried about everything, and I refused to give him something else to worry about until I knew we had something to worry about.

“The thoughts in your mind are whirling so fast, I can almost hear them,” Jackson said as he pulled me deeper into his embrace.

“Just thinking about Morgan and Charlotte. We need to get them a gift this week,” I said, side-skirting his very accurate observation.

“Jesus. What do you get someone with that kind of money?” he asked.

I snorted. “I don’t know, Mr. Holt. Why don’t you tell me?”

He laughed. “Hilarious, smart ass.”

I chuckled along with him until he kissed the back of my head and rolled out of bed. “Where are you going?” I asked as I glanced at him from over my shoulder.

“The shower. Livvy and I need to work on some shit for the team and the dealerships,” Jackson replied as he headed to the bathroom.

I sighed, relieved. If Jackson was busy, I could do what I needed to do without worrying about hiding what I was doing. When the shower turned on, I grabbed my phone, clutching it so tightly my hands hurt. At the sound of the shower door opening and closing, I dialed.

“Hello.”

“Hey, it’s Katie. I need to talk with you.”

“Are you okay?”

“Not really. Can I come see you at the hospital?”

“I can come to you.”

“No! I want to make sure no one overhears.”

“Katie, what’s wrong?”

“When can you see me?”

“As soon as you can get here. Text me when you’re on your way, and I’ll meet you at the ambulance bay doors.”

“Thank you, Liam.”

“What did Liam need?”

I jumped at the sound of Jackson’s voice.

Oh God! How much did he hear?

“Umm. What?”

Now showered and dressed, Jackson chuckled as he came and sat next to me to pull on his boots. I watched him perform the task, one I’d observed nearly every day since we reunited in New Jersey. I don’t know why watching him get dressed, especially putting on his boots, did it for me. But for some reason, I found it incredibly sexy.

“Katie, are you okay? You spaced out,” Jackson said, turning to me and brushing the backs of his fingers across my cheek.

“I’m fine.”

Jackson looked puzzled, but instead of pressing, he asked, “So, what did Liam want?”

Crap!

“My PT appointment was changed,” I said.

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