“You should totally steal him,” Brit says gaining my attention from my messed up life and I snort as I rub my hand over Chance’s head.
I haven’t heard from Talen or whatever his name is since, thankfully. Don’t get me wrong, he still looked like he wanted to hit me again but he must have valued his life because he turned and walked away while my whole body trembled with fear.
He hit me, he actually hit me, I couldn’t really grasp it and honestly telling anyone wouldn’t do me any good, Doc already threatened to keep my own child from me.
“That is your answer to everything and besides his owner is so freaking sweet, she’s in her eighties…” I remind her trying to forget Talen or whatever his name is.
Brittany huffs, “Okay fine then…”
I swear if she could get away with it, she’d steal every animal that walks through those doors, not that I blame her.
I giggle as I gently help Chance down off the table causing Brittany to growl, yes, fricking growl like a damn dog but I ignore her and place Chance in the cage until his owner returns and I wave her off, despite the backache.
“How are you feeling?” she asks as I walk over to my table and grab the spray bottle and cloth.
“Okay,” I admit, “Cole is happy so that really is all I’m focused on right now.”
She nods then asks, “Have you heard from Trigger? And I don’t mean his daily phone call with his son who is clearly trying to get you two together, I mean you?”
I wiggle my nose as I wipe the table clean.
Every time Ty called, I would just hand the phone over to Cole but after around two weeks of him being gone, Cole is suddenly on the toilet every single damn time his dad calls meaning I have to answer it.
My son is trying to get me to speak to his father and even Dr. Chimes is trying to encourage me to have everything out with Tyler but I can’t.
He had an affair and when he realized he was always in the wrong, he tried to take the easy way out.
Our marriage is over. If only he would see it.
“He sends flowers to the house every three to four days, teddies, postcards to where he is and writes on the back if something reminded him of me,” I confess and her eyes soften and I shrug and mention, “Yesterday he sent a picture of an elderly couple walking along the beach and promised that it would be us, that we’ll start over, that he’ll even give me a wedding of my dreams instead of wearing a flannel and jeans. I didn’t reply, I never do really.”
“Do you miss him?” she asks carefully and I swallow hard as I look at Chance.
“Every single damn day,” I admit as I look at her. I say, “I don’t miss the man who he’s become, the selfish one only thinking of himself, the one who cheated. I miss the boy who would bring a single rose into school every day because he knew they were my favorite. The boy who would only look at me and it is hard because the flowers he sends, they have several roses in them but that can’t erase what he did.”
Brit leans forward and grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly.
Between her and Rose, I finally feel like I have friends and I hope we can keep this friendship after I move out again.
“Did you say she’s in the end consultant room?” I hear Doc call loudly and I groan as Brit’s eyes widen in panic.
“Uh oh, I’m so going to be in the doghouse,” Brit mutters as we hear biker boots heading towards my door and I snort earning a glare as Doc calls, “Red? Where are you baby?”
Brit pulls back with a wince just as the door to the room opens and Chance whines and yips wanting attention from the new comer as Doc asks, “You got a new room, red? I quite liked the old one, especially the counter.”
Why would he like the… I scrunch my nose up instantly understanding what he meant, the visual not something I want in my head before it hits me.
“Seriously, I’ve leaned against that counter!” I gag, suddenly wanting a shower and Brit’s cheeks heat as Doc looks my way with complete shock.
“Ash, what…” His words trail off as he takes in my scrubs and he mumbles, “Holy fucking shit, Dirty is dead fucking meat.”
“No, he isn’t,” I state firmly, giving him my mama look making him flinch back.
Huh, guess it also works on grown ass men.
Brit coughs to cover her giggles as Doc mock glares at her but all she does is look at him lovingly and my heart aches.
I had that once upon a time and when I tried to get it again despite knowing I’d never get it with anyone else other than my husband, it turned disastrous.
