“Gimme the phone,” I whisper.
She shakes her head.
“Now.” I hold out my hand.
As she shakes her head again, I snag it from her grip.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Greer?” I ignore Millie’s giant eye roll.If she weren’t in so much pain, I’d be inclined to teach her a lesson about rolling her eyes at me. Instead, I focus on the conversation with her parents.
“Is this the doctor?” her dad asks.
“No, sir. This is Ezra, Millie’s…”
Arms crossed, she shoots me a death glare.
Shit. She’s terrifying when she wants to be. “Millie’s friend.”
“Ezra? What areyoudoing there?”
“Excuse me?” The question is probably not as polite as it should be, but right now, I’m not sure I give a fuck. What does he mean,what am I doing here?
“She said she was going to Hawaii with a friend.”
“Yes, that’s what I said.” I’m confused. Did Millie not tell them who she was traveling with?
“We know all about you and what happened.”
My stomach sinks. The hookup in Greece? Or the sick love triangle with Samantha?
“What we don’t understand is why you’re in Hawaii—and at the hospital—with our daughter.”
I cover the phone with my hand. “Did you not tell them?”
Millie holds a hand out. “Give me the phone.”
I put it on speaker and hold it between us.
“Mom, Dad?—”
“I thought you were in Hawaii with a friend,” her dad interrupts. “What’s going on?”
“Ezraisthe friend.” She regards me, her lip caught between her teeth, and whispers, “Can I tell them about Kane?”
I nod, and she dives into the story of how we ended up here.
“Well,” her mother says, her tone lighter. “I can’t say I haven’t done stupid shit in my lifetime, but I hate that you’re going through this while you’re so far away.”
“I promise she’s in good hands, Mrs. Greer.”
“Is that so?” herdad pipes in.
“I can take care of myself,” Millie says, arms crossed over her chest.
“No, you can’t,” her father and I say in unison.
The look she levels me with is enough to have my balls drawing up into my body. Shit.
I clear my throat. “What I mean is that while youcantake care of yourself, you don’t have to.” I swipe a hand across her forehead. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”
