Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Grace
“Asshole,” I mumbled to myself as I walked out of the scrub room.
I’d swear that man was bipolar. I went up to visit his mom, and when I looked through the window to the room she was in, I saw she was sleeping. I returned to the ER, and Jackie asked me to join her for lunch. I was starving, and the ER was quiet for now.
“I seriously don’t think I can go home again tonight,” I spoke to her as we sat down in the cafeteria. “That man is unbearable.”
“Don’t let him keep you from your bed, Grace.
Fuck Dr. Finn. Not literally, but you know what I mean.
” She smirked. “That is your home too, for the next six months. Don’t let him drive you out.
Don’t give him that kind of power. If you really want to piss him off, rearrange his things.
” She laughed. “Make a mess. He can’t kick you out.
Make his home your home.” She pointed at me with her fork. “I know you got it in you, girl!”
“Since I’ve been there, I’ve felt like I’ve been walking on eggshells because I know he doesn’t want me there. Hell, I don’t want to be there. But it is nice being on the beach.”
“Then stop walking on eggshells.”
“You know what? Maybe you’re right. His problems aren’t mine.
I told him everything about me. My parents’ death, Sam, everything.
I never talked to anyone about what happened that night of the car accident.
Not even Sam. But I told Jamieson, and he was so amazingly sweet for one night.
There is another side to him. A side he doesn’t let anyone see.
Ever since his mother was admitted, he’s become so angry.
I thought maybe things with him were starting to turn around after that night.
But since his mother arrived and I treated her, it’s like he hates me even more now. ”
“I don’t think he hates you, Grace. I think he’s probably embarrassed.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t give him the right to act like an asshole. I’m so over it.”
“Good. Does that mean you’re sleeping at home tonight?” she asked.
“Damn right it does.” I smiled.
My shift ended, so I stopped at a Thai place before going home and picked up some dinner. As soon as I pulled into the driveway, I let out a breath and thanked God that Jamieson wasn’t home. With any luck, he’d get a surgery and be tied up for hours.
I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my Pad Thai when I heard the door open. Shit. Jamieson entered the kitchen and set a plastic bag on the counter.
“I didn’t think you’d be home,” he spoke.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said.
He didn’t respond. He reached up into the cabinet and pulled down a plate. After putting his food on it, he brought it over to the table and sat down. I grabbed my plate, took it over to the sink, and started walking out of the kitchen.
“Aren’t you going to put your plate in the dishwasher?” he asked.
“I will tomorrow,” I spoke as I walked away and went up to my room.
I changed into my pajamas, climbed into bed, and turned on the TV. As I was lying there watching some Lifetime movie about a wife who murdered her husband, there was a knock on my door.
“What?”
“Can I come in for a second?” Jamieson asked.
“I guess.”
The door opened, and Jamieson stood there with his hand on the handle.
“I scheduled Justin’s surgery for the day after tomorrow. He’s being admitted for pre-op bloodwork and another CT scan in the morning. I put your name up on the surgical board to make sure the ER is covered.”
“I’ll let Jackie know,” I spoke.
“By the way, I put your plate in the dishwasher.”
I gave him a fake smile before he shut the door.
The next morning, I got up, dressed, and went downstairs.
I made enough coffee for one cup. Then I toasted a bagel, spread some cream cheese on it, and sat down at the island to eat before heading to the hospital.
As I was sitting there, Jamieson walked into the kitchen.
He walked over to the coffee pot, and the first thing my eyes diverted to was his perfect ass in his tight black pants.
Shit. He held up the coffee pot and looked at me.
“You drank all the coffee?” he asked.
“I made myself a cup.”
“Really?” His eye narrowed at me. “You couldn’t make a few cups?”
“No.” I took a bite of my bagel.
He shook his head as he made himself some.
“That’s really immature, Grace.”
“Apparently, I’m an immature person.” I took another bite of my bagel.
“What is the matter with you?” he asked. “Oh, that’s right. You’re a woman. You’re all bat shit crazy.”
I swallowed hard to control the anger that rose inside me.
“Did you ever stop to think that you’re the reason women around you are bat shit crazy?
Oh wait, that’s right. You’re a man, and you’re never ever wrong.
You’re perfect. You live in your perfect little beach house, work your perfect little job, and treat perfectly good women with no respect in your perfect little way. ”
“You really want to do this now?” His brow arched.
“Do what? Have a perfect little argument? No. I don’t. You aren’t worth arguing with,” I spoke sternly as I grabbed my purse.
“You have made my life a living hell!” he shouted in anger.
“You make your own life a living hell, Jamieson. Stop blaming everyone else and own it!”
I took in a deep breath as I watched the anger tear through his body.
He was a ticking time bomb, and I was afraid I just set him to explode.
He stood there and stared at me, grabbed his keys off the counter and walked out of the house.
Things would be different if I could only get him to open up to me.
I didn’t know how much longer I could live like this.
I arrived at the hospital a few minutes late.
“There you are,” Jackie spoke.
“Sorry, I’m late. Jamieson and I got into a fight this morning.”
“Over what?”
“I made one cup of coffee for me, and he called me immature.”
Jackie snickered.
“And then it escalated from there,” I spoke. “I hope I don’t have to see him for the rest of the day.”
“Then let’s pray nobody comes into the ER and needs a neuro consult.” She put her arm around me.