Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I followed her outside, barely keeping the bastard, Cyclone, in the house when he made a mad dash for the open door and slammed it closed behind me.
I frowned even harder when I saw where she was heading.
“Hey,” I called out when she headed toward her car. “Where are you going?”
I could practically feel the eye roll despite not seeing it.
Okay, so maybe she had a legitimate reason to roll her eyes. She might say things all the time, and half of that time, I didn’t comprehend the things she shared. It was horrible of me, I know. But I was working on it.
“Remember I have that doctor’s appointment today,” she explained rather patiently. “I have to drive myself.”
I nodded, vaguely remembering hearing about a doctor’s appointment, but not remembering that it was today.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “For your lady bits?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Such a great use of your medical terminology, Dr. Kent.”
I grinned wickedly at her.
“I try,” I said. “I’ll meet you there. Love you.”
I kissed her on her upturned lips, then opened the car door for her.
She sank inside, and I closed it behind her once she’d swung her feet inside.
The drive to the hospital took longer than I wanted it to, and I was reminded that the last six weeks at home had been rather relaxing not having to spend it in Dallas traffic.
By the time I parked in the employee parking lot, my blood pressure was elevated, and temper was flaring.
“What the fuck was that?” Val asked as she got out of her own car a few parking spots away.
“I have no fucking clue,” I admitted. “But I remember now why I hated driving to work every day.”
She snickered. “My apartment was closer.”
It was.
But the house was her dream house, so we’d deal.
“I…”
I was interrupted by Mackson calling my name.
I looked up to find him folding out of his car, scrubs rumpled, as if he’d been about to head home when he was called back.
“What’s up, dude?” I said as I held out my hand to him.
He took it, and we did the manly back slap thing that all men do and stepped back from each other.
“I was going to head home, but I was called back for an emergency board meeting.” His eyes gleamed. “Know anything about that?”
I grinned wickedly. “Sure do.”
When the news of the hospital director’s firing had come from the hospital’s CEO in a late-night phone call, I’d been ecstatic. Because, though I’d been excited to head back to work, I knew there were still issues with security that needed to be dealt with before I would feel entirely comfortable being back there.
The bad thing was, I’d spent the last six weeks on the phone calling anyone and everyone who was influential in our hospital and telling them about the issues we were having. Mostly, it was due to my nervousness at having Val there unprotected. But also, it was because I was traumatized. I wasn’t willing to admit it, but that day had really fucked me up.
Sure, I could see a therapist for my issues. But I felt like it would be better solved if I got certain people fired and had control of the situation somewhat.
Hence the call last night informing me that if I wanted the job, hospital director would be mine.
Sadly for him, I didn’t.
I was about to be married, and the last thing I wanted to do was have the hospital as my new mistress.
“Any idea what I’m about to go in there and face?” he asked.
I just smiled.
Because in about an hour and a half, Mackson would become the new hospital director, and he would probably hate it.
But it would be a great thing for the hospital, which was why I suggested Mackson to the CEO.
“I don’t know, but when you’re done, stop by and let me know what happened,” I lied.
He sighed, rubbing his tired face. “Val, you do know you’re about to marry a liar, right?”
Val, who’d been quietly standing next to us as we now waited for the shuttle, looked over at Mackson and said, “I knew that a half dozen years ago when I did a reading for him.”
“A reading?” Mackson asked.
“A palm reading,” she expounded.
“Oh,” he shook his head, clearly not understanding. “I gotcha. And what did this palm reading say?”
“Only that he was my fated mate, and one day, after lots of bad stuff happened, would we be together and happy,” she said.
That was news to me.
Either she was completely making everything up on the fly, or she really had read my palm, and just hadn’t shared any of that with me.
Either one was possible with my Val.
“Well, I guess some bad stuff really did happen.” Mackson shook his head, eyes tired. “I want that one day.”
Val tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing, and said cryptically, “Mackson, I think you’re going to find that very soon.”