Chapter Twenty-Five
Sometimes you just need a little push to do the right thing, even if it’s a push from the person you least expect it from. -Asher
Asher
“Dr. Cannon, have you had a chance to speak with Lyla yet?” Nurse Vicky gives me a look that says nothing I say will be the right answer.
I sigh, long and hard. “No, Nurse Vicky, she doesn’t seem to want to be in the same place as me, so I haven’t. I’m hoping to catch her before she leaves today.” Lyla is running like hell from me. I sent a text to her, explaining what happened between Madeline and I, and she sent back a simple Ok as response. Besides that, I haven’t heard from her. When I enter a room, she leaves it. When I see her around a corner, she disappears around the next. She’s become a master at giving me the slip.
Nurse Vicky sends me another hard look. “I suppose you should know that she asked me for a recommendation for a job in Tampa.”
I rear my head back in shock. “Tampa? Why would she ask for a recommendation for a job in Tampa?” I ask, bewildered. As far as I know, my girl has always been happy here. Savannah is where she grew up and where her friends are. Most importantly, where I am. My heart beats a faster rhythm as I think about the possibility of not seeing Lyla anymore. No, that can’t happen.
“I suppose because she’s thinking about taking a job there,” Nurse Vicky says drily.
“She…she can’t. There’s no way she could do that. She belongs here.” Here with me , I add silently. She belongs in my arms, in my bed, with me, forever.
Nurse Vicky shrugs. “I guess she can. It seems there is nothing keeping her here.” Her shrewd brown eyes look at me with a glimmer of kindness in them. “Maybe someone could give her a reason to stay.”
“Fuck yes, I’ll give her a reason to stay.” I slap the folder I’ve been leaving through closed and step away. “Where is she, Nurse Vicky? Where can I find her right now?”
“Finally,” Nurse Vicky mutters under her breath. “I just told her to go home. By now, she should be down in the parking garage. If you run, you can find her there.”
I turn to go, but Nurse Vicky’s hand on my arm stops me. “I’m telling you this so you can make your move, but if you hurt her, I’ll come after you. I was foolish enough once to believe in someone I shouldn’t, so I hope I’m placing my trust in the right person now.”
I squeeze her wrinkled hand. “You are, I promise you are.”
She nods and gives me a small smile. I swear I see the shimmer of tears in her brown eyes.
“Go then. Go get our girl.”
With those words, I’m off and running.