Baseball Boy:I kind of like everything about you.
You do?
Baseball boy:Abso-fucking-lutely.
I like everything about you too.
Baseball boy:I also like how wet your pussy gets when I bury my face between your legs and eat. I like how sweet and tangy your cum tastes on my tongue. And I especially like when you scream my name as you come on my cock.
I stifle a moan tickling the back of my throat.
“Doctor Winters!”
A fist knocks on the door, scaring the crap out of me, and I fumble my phone. I watch in slow motion as it slips from myfingers and lands with a plop into the disgustingly dirty bucket of soapy water in front of me.
“Dammit!”
“Dr. Winters, are you okay?” the panicked voice asks.
“What?” I bark as I yank open the door to find a wide-eyed first-year resident. I’d feel bad for yelling at Robin if I hadn’t just lost my cell to a bowl of germ, blood, and stool stew.
“I’m s-sorry to bother you, Doctor Winters. But there’s just been an emergency call. Mass shooting at an outdoor movie night. I’m afraid it’s all hands-on deck,” Robin stammers.
My ire disappears in a flash.
“Children?” I ask.
She nods, eyes glassy.
Fuck. “Alright, let’s get ready. I want you with me the entire time.”
I don’t bother glancing back at my phone as I bark orders to everyone working on the floor. All that matters is saving as many lives as I can.
I just hope Nico doesn’t freak out when he can’t reach me.
forty-three
Savannah
Thebangingonmyapartment door wakes me from a deep sleep. I roll over with a groan and stretch my arms overhead. Muscles I didn’t even know could be sore, ache. Yesterday’s emergency turned into a nightmare.
I feel like one big raw nerve ending, and all I want to do is hide in my bed and cry a little until Nico comes home tomorrow. I lost more patients in one day than any one doctor should ever lose in their entire career.
More knocking and muffled voices force me to climb out of bed.
“Why do people keep banging on my door?” I pull on a pair of sweats, a tank top with a built-in bra, and one of Nico’s Evaders’ hoodies that I stole while we were lying outside on the chaise the night we did a little more than stargazing.
White-hot tingles rush through every vein in my body at the sex-filled memories as I exit my bedroom.
I pause and glance at the wall of glass that leads to the balcony. I slept the entire day away, but at least I’m catching a glimpse ofthe sunset. The reds and oranges of the sun setting in the distance, behind downtown LA, are breathtaking.
“Savannah, open this door immediately!” The sound of my mother’s shrill voice is like a bucket of ice water, tearing me away from the beauty of the skyline. “Savannah Georgia Stratford. I know you’re there. Now open this door.”
Did she really just middle-name me?
I take a couple of deep, cleansing breaths, then pad down the hall and pull open the door to find my entire family hovering outside my door. My mother, father, Charlotte, and Denver.
“What the hell are you all doing here?”
