“Jonah,” she whispered and her chin quivered ever so slightly.
“River,” I breathed and saw her eyes light up before we were both consumed with a pleasure so intense I felt lightheaded.
“Jonah,” she said softly with a hint of concern in her voice. “We need to get out. We’ve been in here too long.”
“You’re right,” I said and helped her step out of the hot tub. “But that’s not what made you feel weak and breathless.”
“Of course, it is,” she said.
I grabbed several bottles of water from the refrigerator and followed her upstairs to the bedroom. “Why are you grinning like that?” she asked.
I tossed her a bottle of water. “Drink up, sweet cheeks. I’m about to prove you wrong.”
Chapter Thirty-One
River
When we returned from our weekend at the cabin, I had to work Monday, Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday that week. I’d never cared about having to work the weekends before I met Jonah, but there I was not wanting to go to work because I wanted to stay with him.
What in the hell was I going to do when my time in Devil Springs was over? The agency I worked for had already called and asked me if I wanted to renew my contract for another year with them. Every other time they’d asked, I’d immediately said yes. This time? I told them I would have to think about it and get back to them.
Once I got to work, I forgot about not wanting to be there because we were extremely busy. To be a relatively small town, Devil Springs had a very active ER.
“We’ve got two en route from an MVA. You and Dr. Daniels will take the compound femur fracture while Dr. Alvarez and I take the head injury,” Kennedy said.
“ETA?”
“Two minutes tops,” Kennedy shouted as she hustled to the room designated for her patient.
I quickly moved to my room and started pulling out supplies I thought we might need. Broken bones used to really gross me out, but I had to get over it when I started working primarily in emergency rooms.
When the paramedics wheeled the patient into the room, I silently cursed to myself as they moved Roy Mayfield from their stretcher to our bed. Since Kennedy was busy with her own patient, there wasn’t anything I could do except do my job for the next few minutes.
He already had an IV started and had pain meds on board, so I hoped he wouldn’t pay any attention to me, but I had no such luck. “You little fucking cunt,” he sneered. “You better give me the good stuff and not try to stiff me like you did last time.”
Dr. Daniels’s head whipped around to me. “Do you know him?”
“Not exactly. He’s my mother’s boyfriend,” I said.
“Was! I was her boyfriend! Until you killed her!” he screamed and tried to sit up but Dr. Daniels placed her hand on Roy’s chest and gently pushed him down.
“Let’s get him stabilized and then you and Kennedy can switch patients.”
“Thank you,” I said and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Mr. Mayfield, we’re going to give you some medicine to help with the pain, but we’re going to have to operate on your leg to fix it. Is there someone you would like us to call for you?” Dr. Daniels asked.
“Yeah, call my son. I need him to come get my shit. Are you getting my medicine? I want the good shit! You hear me?” he bellowed.
“We’ll make sure you’re taken care of, Mr. Mayfield. What’s your son’s name and phone number?” Dr. Daniels asked.
“You better or I’ll sue every single one of you starting with that murderous bitch right there!” he screamed and jabbed his finger in my direction.
“River, maybe you better go ahead and trade with Kennedy,” Dr. Daniels said and turned back to Roy. “How can we get in touch with your son?”
“His name’s Oliver and his phone number is—” I heard as I left the room.
“Kennedy, Dr. Daniels said we needed to trade patients,” I said without preamble.
