Now, it was my turn to soften. While I’d worked with kids here and there, I’d never had so many of my hours devoted to them. And I found I loved it. Loved my job here, period. Working at the clinic was more relaxed than I was used to, but it was still interesting enough to keep me on my toes each day.
I wasn’t sure I’d be ready to leave when my contract was up.
“Do we have a deal?” he asked.
I had a sudden, overwhelming feeling that I was about to make either the best decision or worst mistake of my life. But considering Laurel would get her dream trip at the end of this, and my last worst mistake had just stalked me across the country, I was hoping for the best.
“We have a deal,boyfriend.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
SUTTON
Laurel:
We have a swimming pool in our house
Sutton:
What?
Laurel:
There’s water everywhere
Like literally everywhere
Shoes are floating around
Sutton:
Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny. I’m at work, and we’re swamped.
Laurel:
SO IS OUR HOUSE ::sends image::
Sutton:
Is that my favorite hoodie floating next to the couch?
Laurel:
MY favorite hoodie and yes
Sutton:
Fuck
Laurel:
The fuckiest
Well,that was just fucking fabulous. Between the multiple pukers, the asshole who’d called our clinic incompetent because it was 100% female-run, and the delivery mix-up that left us without coffee, it had already been a day from hell. And now this.
The clinic was booked for the rest of the day with back-to-back patients, and we were already short-staffed because the flu was going around. I didn’t want to leave Quinn in the lurch, which meant there was no way I could duck out, even for something like this. So, instead, I slipped into the back room and called Atlas.
It barely rang once before he answered. “What’s wrong?”
