My eyes shoot up. “Nothing. Why would something be wrong?”
“You look deep in thought.”
“No. I’m not,” I mumble, and my voice cracks. Could I be any more obvious? But obvious about what? I don’t even know if I did anything. And how would I even bring this up to Kai to ask him? I’m so confused.
Blakely
My pace quickens as I walk into work. I’ve been dying to get to work and ask Paige if she thinks anything happened that night. I didn’t dare call or text her with Liam around, which makes it sound even worse, like I’m hiding something. My mind has been going nonstop all weekend.
I take a seat at our desk, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Paige take a patient back into a room.Damn it. I’m going to have to wait. I wanted to ask her before we got busy.
Ten minutes later, Paige comes walking out. Her eyes narrow at me when she sees me.
“What’s wrong?” She takes a seat next to me and swivels her chair toward me.
“What happened on Friday night?” I lean over, whispering to her.
“What do you mean?” She cocks her head.
Maybe nothing happened if she doesn’t seem to know why I’m asking. I would assume, if anything happened, it would have started back at my mom’s house before we left. “I had this dream, and I think it had to do with Kai.”
Her eyes go wide. “What sort of dream?” She moves her brows up and down. “A wet dream?”
My shoulders slump. “Oh, my God. No.”
She chuckles. “Then what sort of dream has you looking worried and asking these questions?”
I drop my head into my hands and shake my head. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain the dream. But I think I had it because…” I pause.
“Because what?” She inhales a sharp breath. “Did you guys hook up on Friday?” she blurts out.
My head pops up. “I don’t know.” I shake my head.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“That night is fuzzy. Did you notice anything going on between us before we left?”
Her lips pulled in tight. “Not that I remember. We were all drunk—except for Kai. Do you think he would do something, considering how drunk you were?”
I shift in my seat, replaying that night in my head. I’ve replayed that night repeatedly over the weekend, and nothing else comes to mind. I don’t think Kai would do something like that, knowing I’m with Liam.
“What do you remember?” Paige asks.
“Him taking me home and laying me on the couch.” I pause and squint my brows. “But there is this image that keeps popping into my head. It’s of him, looming over me, and our lips, like, a centimeter apart.” I bring my hands up to my mouth to show how close I think he was. “Then, everything goes blank.” I drop my hands to my thighs, and a slapping sound echoes through my ears. “Then, I had this dream. The dream is evenharder to explain because it was more of a feeling. It’s the same feeling I had when I was sixteen, wanting nothing more than to be with Kai. The warm, comforting feeling I had when we were together. But in the dream, the feeling went away, and I was trying to chase after it, and the farther away it got, the emptier I felt. Then I woke up feeling sad and confused.” I lean back into my chair, gazing ahead of us to make sure Dr. Peterson doesn’t see us chatting on the clock.
I look back over at Paige, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. She’s looking at me as if I’m crazy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Do you think the dream was trying to tell you something?”
“Like what?”
The sound of a door shutting startles us both. We sit up a little higher as Dr. Peterson walks past us with his focus captured by a chart. He’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t realize we’re even here. Both of us turn to our computers to work on charts while continuing our conversation.
“Did the dream bring back feelings for Kai?”
“No,” I say, even though thathasbeen on my mind. I love Kai. I will always love him. He’s the father of my child. There is always going to be some sort of love for him. But that lost, empty feeling I felt all weekend made me think aboutusagain. I didn’t think there was going to be an us anymore. These feelings, the ones I can’t quite put into words or fully understand, might have surfaced because of everything that happened on Friday. It’s like the memories of us flooded back—the way we used to drive late at night after a few too many drinks, laughing and talking as if the night would never end. It’s those moments that I keep replaying in my mind, making me wonder if that’s why I’m having these sorts of feelings toward him.
