Page 45 of Accepting Fate
“Youareaneedy caveman today.”
“Ha. Ha. Now give me an answer before I come over there and decide for you.”
“I knew giving you my address would come back to bite me in the ass.”
“I’m getting impatient here. You have thirty seconds to give me an answer.”
I start counting down and hear her curse quietly through the speaker. I’m about to get to the last five seconds when she responds.
“Fine. But not too late because I have work tomorrow.”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll pick you up at seven. Be ready.”
“Ask nicely, caveman, or you will be staring at my locked door at seven.”
Scrubbing my hand down my face, I let out a low groan and say, “Fine. Is seven okay?”
This back-and-forth is fun, but all I want to do right now is see Logan. That chick pissed me the fuck off and I want to spend the rest of the day with my girl.
She may not think that she’s mine, but she is. She’ll learn to accept it eventually.
I know she’s rolling her eyes when she says, “Yes, grumpy ass. I guess that will work.”
“Sounds good. I have to finish up some things at work, but I’ll see you tonight.”
“Have fun with that.”
“Mhmm. Yeah, tons. See you soon, pretty girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” With that, she hangs up.
Stretching my arms above my head and cracking my neck, I slide back in front of my computer.
I get to work on everything else that needs to be done and hope the next few hours until I go pick up Logan are quiet and drama free.
Chapter Fourteen
Logan
“So,you’regoingona date with someone that you also slept with last night?” Harper asks. “How do you know he’s not just trying to get in your pants?”
Rolling my eyes, I finish putting the clothes in the dryer and grab my phone off the shelf.
I woke from my long nap to missed calls from Harper and a text from Grayson. After agreeing to see him tonight, I figured it was best to catch H up.
She hates leaving her house the day before we have to work and since I moved out of the city, most of our time outside of the hospital has been spent on video calls.
Sitting on the couch, I check the time and see that I should start getting ready soon.
Harper has her phone propped up on something while she folds her clothes and waits for my reply. Her long red hair is in a messy bun and she’s wearing a light green Florida Keys shirt that she stole from me a few years ago.
Allie sent me that shirt the year she moved to Florida for her job in the NICU. Which reminds me, I need to call her soon. I missed our last call because I had to work overtime, and our schedules haven’t lined up since. It’s hard with the time difference and her working nights makes it ten times harder.
Focusing back on a very impatient Harper, I can’t help but bring up what she said to me the other day, “Weren’t you the one to tell me to go for it? I believe your words were,” I pause, making air quotes with my fingers, “climb that giant like a damn pole.”
I can’t keep a straight face as I mimic her words, and neither can she. Harper attempts to hide her smile and fights back. “Okay, but I meant go into the bathroom of a bar or something and blow off some steam. Not call him at midnight and invite a complete stranger over to your house! What were you thinking? He could have killed you! I didn’t even know where you lived until a year after I met you. This mysterious mountain man knows you for less than a month and already knows you live in a secluded home in the woods.”
She makes a good point. When we first met, if we weren’t at work, we hung out at her place because it’s across from our favorite bar in the city. She never asked and I never told her, even though I knew I could trust her. It wasn’t until her apartment flooded and she needed a place to stay that we both realized she never knew where I lived.