Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Jamieson
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, outside your building, at nine a.m. Be ready.”
“Jamieson?”
“Yes? Who else would be picking you up?”
“Clever,” she spoke.
“Of course, I am. See you in the morning.”
I ended the call and met Logan at the bar for dinner and a couple of drinks.
The next morning, my alarm went off, and when I opened my eyes, I looked down at the arm that was wrapped around me. Shit. I thought she left last night. I shut the alarm off and climbed out of bed.
“Time to get up.” I grabbed her clothes off the floor and threw them on the bed.
“Oh, God. No. Just a little while longer,” she moaned.
“No can do, sweetheart. I need to get ready to leave for the airport and I need you out of here.”
“Call me when you get back?” she asked.
“Sure.”
I wasn’t calling her. Hell, I didn’t even remember her name. She was just a girl I met at the bar. Just another foolish mistake on my part. If I remember correctly, she wasn’t even that good. Not like—
“I’m getting in the shower. You can let yourself out.”
“No goodbye kiss?” She pouted.
“I don’t do goodbye kisses. Have a good day.”
When I stepped out of the shower, I looked around to make sure bar girl was gone.
Sitting on my nightstand was a small white piece of paper with her phone number on it.
I picked it up, crumbled it in my hand, and threw it in the trash.
Grabbing my bag from the chair that sat in the corner next to my window, I headed out the door to pick up Grace.
When I pulled up to her building, she was standing by the curb holding the handle of her large suitcase. I climbed out of the car and took it from her.
“For God's sake, we’ll only be gone for three days. What the hell did you pack?”
“I need options. Not to mention my makeup, hair products, and styling tools.” She smiled.
I shook my head as I threw her suitcase in the trunk. It barely fit.
“You’re lucky I didn’t bring a suitcase. Yours barely fits,” I spoke.
“Then maybe you need a bigger car.” A smirk crossed her face.
I sighed as we headed to the airport.
“Rough night?” she asked.
“Why do you say that?” I asked as I glanced over at her.
“Because you look a little tired. Were you at the hospital?”
“No. Logan and I went to the bar for a couple of drinks. I got home pretty late.”
“I hope she was worth it,” she spoke.
“What?”
“I hope the girl you brought home was worth the late night.”
I didn’t say a word as I kept driving down the highway. I didn’t need to. My silence said it all.
We boarded the plane and took our seats in business class.
“May I get you anything to drink?” the flight attendant asked.
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks,” I spoke.
“I’m sorry, but we’re out of scotch today.”
I sighed. “Fine. Just get me a gin and tonic.”
“And for you?” She smiled at Grace.
“I’ll have some coffee. Drinking already?” Her brow raised.
“It helps to relax me. I’m not a huge fan of flying.”
“I never understood why people feel that way. Cars are way more dangerous,” she spoke as she stared out the window.
She started to rattle statistics from an article published back in the early nineties. I stared at her as if she was reading it at that moment.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. I forgot you had a photographic memory.”
The flight went by quickly, and when we landed in Vegas, I turned on my phone to find a text message from Renata.
“Dr. Finn, remember what we discussed about Dr. Harper. I expect you to be on your best behavior where she’s concerned.”
I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone into my pocket. As we were walking out of the airport, we saw a man dressed in a black suit holding up a sign with Grace’s name on it.
“What the—”
“I’m Dr. Grace Harper,” she spoke as we approached the gentleman.
“Mr. Conway has sent a car for you to take you to the Venetian Hotel.”
“Awesome.” She smiled as she looked at me.
“You know Robert Conway?” I asked her as we climbed into the limo.
“I do. He’s a family friend. I’ve known him since I was a child. He was friends of my parents and my Aunt Cora.”
“Seriously? May I ask what your parents did for a living?”
“My parents were both epidemiologists.”
“Really? Then I’m sure growing up with two parents in the medical field, a doctor was something you always wanted to be.”
“No.” She laughed. “First, I wanted to be a lawyer. Up until I was ten years old, I’d spend my time reading law books. I’d studied cases and told my parents about what I learned at dinner. Then after my parents died, all that changed.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because a trauma surgeon was what I was meant to be.”
The limo pulled up to the curb of the Venetian Hotel. We climbed out of the car, walked inside, and up to the front desk.
“How may I help you?” a nice gentleman asked with a bright smile.
“We’re here for the medical conference,” I spoke. “The name is Dr. Jamieson Finn and Dr. Grace Harper. There should be two rooms.”
“Ah, yes. Welcome to the Venetian. Dr. Finn, your room number is 2817, and Dr. Harper, you will be in our Prima luxury suite on the thirtieth floor, room 3025.”
He handed us our keycards, and we walked over to the elevator.
“Seriously?” I arched my brow at her. “The Prima suite?”
“One of the perks of knowing the director.” She grinned.
“I know the director,” I spoke.
“You’re not special.” A smirk crossed her face.
“You’re funny.” I cocked my head.
The elevator door opened on the twenty-eighth floor.
“This is my floor. How about grabbing some lunch after we get settled? Let’s say in thirty minutes?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll come to pick you up. I want to see this fancy suite you’re in.” I smirked just before the elevator doors shut.