Chapter Three
Luke
“I don’t believe you,” Dom says from across the staff room. “A woman actually did a runner on you for a change? Are you feeling well? Maybe you're hallucinating from lack of sleep.”
Running a hand through my hair, I stop to give him the death glare. Dom is a pain in the arse, but also one of my closest friends since we started training together. Now I'm stuck seeing the dick every day as we’re both doctors here at the hospital in Worcester.
“Piss off.” I groan. “My imagination couldn’t make this shit up. I have never been with a woman like that before. The things she did… I don’t get why she would leave without saying anything.”
Waking up this morning, alone in my bed with the sheets next to me cold, was the most shocked I’ve been in a long time. We had the best night, well, I did at least. Just the thought of what we got up to had me rubbing one out in the shower before leaving for work. Why would she leave so suddenly?
“Maybe she didn’t think you were all that special,” he smirks.
Is he right? I did have a few drinks before we left the bar. But there is no way it was only one-sided. She wouldn’t have initiated round two… or three.
“Maybe,” I mutter, standing to make my second cup of coffee. “I still can’t get the feeling out of my head that I’ve met her before.”
“You work in the emergency department, Luke. The chances are you’ve treated her before.” He says.
I did think that myself, but surely, I'd remember a woman as beautiful as her.
Her smooth, untouched skin, the way her curls bounced as she rode me so fucking well.
She looked like an angel against all of my ink.
Everything about her was a dream. Maybe I really am unwell, or I just imagined that we connected as well as we did.
I've never felt like this about a woman before. Not that I have ever had the chance to. My life is work, barely getting the chance to eat and sleep like a normal human being. But that is part and parcel of the career I have chosen, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Fallon is the first woman I have ever dwelled on.
Is it the fact that she left so abruptly?
Or is it that I really did feel something with her?
I guess I'll never know unless I manage to bump into her again. I never got her number, not even a note left on the bedside table. She just vanished. I wonder if Jenson would have it, and if he’d be so kind as to hand it over. I can only hope.
She was easily the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. If I hadn’t been stuck in work for sixteen hours the day before, I would have stayed up all night worshipping her body, especially since I now know it was a one-off. Just the way she…
A knock on the door jolts me out of my daydream.
“Luke? Dom?” A feminine voice calls before a head pops around the crack of the door. “Trauma incoming, three minutes away.”
“Coming,” we say in unison as we stand.
Another day in the emergency department, and another reason why I couldn’t make the time for a woman. Even my own thoughts are interrupted.
Dom elbows me to get my attention.
“You really have it bad, don’t you?” he asks.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
I am not cooking tonight. I couldn’t think of anything worse than trying to fend for myself after the day I have had.
Which can only mean one thing: grabbing a takeaway on the way home.
I’m hungry, cranky, and fucking knackered.
Thank God I’m off work for the next two days.
The number of people who come into the ED who genuinely don’t need to be there is ridiculous.
One person came in with a toothache because he couldn’t get an appointment at his dentist. He sat and waited for over eight hours to be sent home with a number to call.
The chances are he will actually become unwell now, after sitting in a room full of sick people. But what can I do?
The streets of Worcester are busy tonight as I stroll on my hunt for food. Maybe I should take a detour and pass by Jenson’s place. I know I only met him last night, but if I’m lucky and he is in there, I might be able to coax Fallon's number out of him.
Calm down, man.
I don’t want to freak the girl out by hunting down her number. Well, I do, but I doubt she’d like it. I've never had to hunt a woman down before, so what makes her so much different?
Shaking my head, I carry on my quest until I freeze on the spot.
In front of me is a woman with familiar long golden curls, locking up what looks to be a salon.
Well, well. It seems like fate has something else in store for us after all.