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Bridget

Of course I want ice cream, especially if you’re the one buying.

I frown at the phone and type back. I’m not above blackmail. I am a McCarthy, after all.

I will take you for ice cream, my treat, right this minute, if you promise that you will contact the doctor.

Three dots appear on the screen, disappear, appear again, disappear again, then appear again.

Bridget

deal

Screenshot the message you sent him in the patient portal right now. He checks them every night. I want him to get this before his morning rounds.

Bridget

Fine.

Brat. I’m waiting.

A few minutes later, a screenshot comes through. The message is there but not yet marked as sent.

That doesn't say sent yet.

Bridget

Oh my god, Declan, it's sent now, okay?

She sends a second screenshot to prove it.

Watch that attitude.

Bridget

Or what?

No ice cream.

Bridget

You promised me!

Fine. Can you be ready in ten?

Chapter Fourteen

BRIDGET

Declan is outside my window. Declan and my guards, of course.

Cavin’s decided that I need a guard with me at all times. Part of me wonders if Declan had something to do with that too. So when I go downstairs in yoga pants, one of the men standing outside looks at me.

“Going somewhere? At night?”

“You don't have to follow.”

“I'm not allowed to let you go without⁠—”