Miguel blinked. "Oh. Okay." He looked around, as if unsure what to do. "So I can just... go?"
"Yes. Do you have a ride home?"
"No, but I can grab a cab or something."
The thought of him taking a taxi made me itch, but since I was still on the clock, I couldn't offer to drive him home.
Although... my shiftdidend in half an hour.
I smiled my brightest smile. "Why don't you slowly gather your things and make your way outside? I'll arrange a ride for you. On the house."
Miguel looked surprised. "You would do that for me?"
"Absolutely."
"Um, thank you, doctor. That's really nice of you."
Oh, he had no idea how nice I could be.
But that would have to wait thirty minutes.
4
Miguel
Isit weird tonotwant to leave the hospital?
As I grabbed my stuff and made my way through the maze of identical white hallways, I found myself in a strange mood. It wasn't that I particularly enjoyed being here, so why was I sad that I had to leave?
I must’ve I hit my head harder than the doctor thought.
Speaking of Dr. Daemen,wow. Talk about an alpha out of my league. Not only was he attractive to an unholy degree, but he was a doctor too. On top of that, he'd offered me a free ride on the house, which proved he was kind as well. He was the total package.
And I was the dumbass who slipped on ice and made myself look stupid in front of him. He was probably happy to be rid of me.
I finally wandered out of the labyrinth and into the cold air. Shivering, I pulled my jacket tighter. I wasn't exactly sure where this arranged ride was so I glanced around.
A sleek, expensive-looking white car hummed as it rolled smoothly up to the curb. I paid it no mind because I figured it was here for someone else, but the window lowered to reveal a familiar face.
"Need a ride?" Dr. Daemen asked.
I double-checked that nobody was standing behind me. I was alone on the curb.
"Me?" I asked, my voice pitching up in confusion.
"Yes, Miguel, you. Come on in."
Baffled, I slipped into the car but didn't lean back in the seat. I was afraid to touch anything because every inch of this car screamedmoney.
Dr. Daemen grinned. "You look stiff and uncomfortable."
"I'm clumsy. I don't want to break anything in your nice car."
He laughed, like this was genuinely funny to him. "You're fine. No need to be afraid."
To my shock, he reached over and gently pushed me back so I was sitting in the seat properly. My chest tingled where he touched me.
"Where to?" he asked.
