Page 9 of Broken Boss Daddy
My phone rang, bursting the bubble I’d found myself in. Picking it up and seeing that it was my father, I declined the call and moved to get out of the parking lot.
I didn’t need to deal with him.
My phone rang again, and knowing that my dad would just keep calling until I picked up, I switched my car off and picked up the call.
“Dad.”
“Grant. It’s good I caught you, son. You weren’t with a patient, were you? Because you know how that would make you look.”
“No, Dad. I was just getting off my shift,” I sighed, feeling a headache coming on.
“I got you at just the right time then. How have your first few weeks been?”
“It’s going good, hectic but good. Who would’ve thought a town like this would be so busy?” I joked, but my dad didn’t catch onto it.
“Listen, son, if you’re not happy there I can always put in a phone call to some friends and get you into a residency in a bigger city.”
Of course he would. “That won’t be necessary, but thank you for the offer.” I didn’t need my ‘distinguished’ neurology father to get me in any program. I was happy where I was for now, and the town looked promising.
“Are you sure? You know it’s not a hassle for me,” he insisted.
“I’m sure. Dad, it’s been a long shift and I need to get some sleep. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Very well. We need our sleep as lives are in our hands. Goodbye, son.”
“Bye, Dad.” I hung up and tossed my phone into the center console.
It wasn’t like I didn’t appreciate his help, it was just that I didn’t want it. I wanted to achieve my career based on my own merits, not my father’s.
Finally pulling out of my parking space, I waved to some of my colleagues when I drove past and left the hospital behind for a bit.
Driving down the streets, I thought about how the town definitely showed some promise and in more ways than one.
I thought of Jessica again. I wanted to see her again, but something told me I was going to have to be the one to initiate it.
She’d mentioned her teaching job at the elementary school. When I met her, Jess told me about her wish to become a teacher and it thrilled me that she achieved her dream. It was probably the only place where I’d be guaranteed to see her again.
All I wanted was to see if our connection was still there, and maybe showing her I was listening would work to my advantage. Hell, I felt that connection at the hospital, and I knew she felt it as well, even if she didn’t want to admit it, or have anything to do with me.
Who knew? Maybe this was our second chance, and I was determined at least to get her thinking about it.
Chapter 5: Jessica
Iwalked back into my classroom with my mind occupied by the upcoming teacher reviews I was just reminded about.Great, just another thing for me to worry about.
Taking a seat behind my desk, I looked around the room that I’d made mine over the past year. Pride filled me at seeing what I had accomplished on my own, and for the first time in days, I felt like everything was back to normal.
School let out about 45 minutes ago, and I just had to finish my lesson plans for the following week before I could get out of here.
It wasn’t long after I got stuck back into my math plan when there was a knock at my door. I froze, begging it not to be Derek Peterson—a fellow teacher who’d been asking me out for the longest time. But when I looked up, I tempted fate, and it nearly knocked me on my ass again.
It was definitely not Derek Peterson.
Instead, Grant stood in my doorway, looking sheepish and devastatingly handsome as always.Does this guy ever look bad?He stared at me with a look that made all my insides melt. I was so shocked to see him show up again that it took me a moment to realize that I wasn’t hallucinating, and he was actually standing in my classroom.
Grant cleared his throat, shuffling from foot to foot while a tinge of pink coated his cheeks. That surprised me even more. Grant never got embarrassed, at least not that I thought he did.
“May I come in?” he asked, breaking me from the weird trance-like state I was stuck in.