Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Grace
I stepped into the elevator, and Jamieson followed me inside.
“I think it’s probably best that you don’t tell her. Let me,” Jamieson spoke. “In fact, you don’t even need to see her.”
“He’s my patient, Jamieson, and I will give his wife the update.”
I walked into trauma room two and stared at the pretty brunette lying in the bed.
“How’s my husband?” she asked.
“I’m Dr. Harper. I went in and repaired your husband’s spleen and the tear in his abdominal wall. I was able to stop the bleeding, and Dr. Finn was able to relieve the pressure in his brain. He’s going to be fine.”
“Oh, thank God.” She placed her hand on her chest. “We just celebrated our anniversary. He’s the love of my life. If something would have happened to him—” She began to cry. “He’s such an amazing husband and father.”
A sickness formed in the pit of my belly. I wanted to scream at her that he wasn’t the man she thought he was.
“Thank you, Dr. Harper and Dr. Finn, for saving his life,” she spoke. “I will be forever grateful to both of you. When can I see him?”
“He’s in recovery right now. You can see him when they move him into a room. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other patients to tend to.”
I walked out of the room and down the hallway, where I found a gurney to sit on.
“Are you okay?” Jamieson asked as he sat beside me and placed his hand on my knee.
“She seems nice, and she really loves him,” I spoke.
“Do you?” Jamieson asked.
“No. Not at all.” I placed my hand on his. “I just hate him for lying to me and for what he did to her.”
“That was pretty evident in the trauma room when he coded. You hesitated, Grace.”
“I was in shock, Jamieson.”
He turned his hand over and interlaced our fingers.
“Maybe you should go home for the rest of the day and get some sleep.”
“I’m fine.” I laid my head on his shoulder.
“Don’t make me call your Aunt Cora.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” I glared at him.
The corners of his mouth curved up into a cunning grin.
“Then you don’t know me very well.”
“Jamieson, come on.” I cocked my head.
“Just the day, Grace. You barely slept, and now this. Just go home. Relax. Go sit on the beach and take the day for yourself.” He kissed my forehead. “That’s an order.”
“Fine. Are you working late tonight?”
“No.” He smiled. “I’ll be home for dinner, and we can order something in.”
“I have to tell Renata first.”
“I’ll tell her. You go. It’ll give her an excuse to harass me.” He winked.
I gave him a kiss on his cheek, grabbed my things, and made a little detour to the grocery store before heading home. Jamieson said we could order in for dinner, but I wanted to cook for him.
Jamieson
I walked up to Renata’s office and lightly knocked on her door.
“Come in.”
“Do you have a minute?” I asked.
“Of course. Have a seat.”
“Grace went home for the day,” I spoke.
“Is she sick?”
“No, but there was a complicated trauma.”
“Jamieson, what happened?” she asked with concern.
“There was a pile-up on the highway.”
“Yes, I heard about that.”
“The man Grace treated was her ex-boyfriend. He and his wife were here for a finance conference and an anniversary celebration. They were involved in the collision.”
“Oh, dear. Are they okay?”
“He coded in the ER. Grace brought him back, then took him up to the O.R., where she repaired his spleen and abdominal wall. I was in there with her.”
“She had no business performing that surgery,” she spoke.
“I know that, and I ran up there when I found out who he was. But you know her. I suggested she leave for the day. We barely slept last night, and now this.”
“Barely slept?” Her brow arched.
“It’s not what you think, Renata. I told her everything about my past and we talked.”
“Really?” She cocked her head. “And she didn’t go running for the hills, did she?”
“No, she didn’t.” I smiled.
“Telling her about your past is a huge step, Jamieson. How do you feel about it?”
“It felt good to tell her.”
“Sounds to me like you care for Dr. Harper, and you’re finally realizing it.” She smiled.
“I do care about her a great deal. I guess you could say she’s grown on me.” I smirked. “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know she’s gone for the day.”
“That’s fine. You made the right call. But what about you?”
“What about me?”
“How do you feel about this guy here? I’m trusting you aren’t going to say anything to him, right?”
“No, of course not. Why would I?”
“Because he deeply hurt the woman you care about.” Her brow arched.
“It’s none of my business, Renata.”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
I got up from my chair, walked out of her office, and went to Sam’s room to check up on him. When I walked in with his chart, he slowly opened his eyes.
“You’re awake. Good. Do you remember what happened?” I asked as I checked his eyes.
“Car accident. My wife.”
“Except for a few scrapes and bruises, she’s fine. She’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“I can’t be here,” he quietly spoke.
“Why? Because of Grace? You’re lucky she didn’t let you die. Yes, my friend. I know all about you and what you did to her. I must say, you’ve got some huge balls for being able to pull that off as long as you did.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, excuse me. My bad. I’m Dr. Finn. The one who drilled the burr hole in your head to drain the pressure from the fluid that was building up.”
“Why would she tell you?”
“I’m not sure you really want me to answer that question.” I smirked. “Anyway, I’ll let your wife know you’re awake and send her up. She’s a beautiful woman and seems to love you a lot. I’m still trying to figure out what she sees in you.” I walked out of the room.
“Jamieson.” Logan walked up to me and hooked his arm around my neck. “Drinks tonight. I’m buying.”
“I can’t, man. I told Grace I’d be home for dinner.”
“What?” He laughed. “You’re kidding me.”
“No. I’m not,” I spoke as we walked into my research room. “I told her everything last night.”
“Damn, man. You’ve fallen for her.”
“I care about her and figured it was time to share that part of my life.”
“Does this mean the two of you are going to get married? Oh wait, you already are. Is there no annulment in your future now?”
“There will be an annulment. I don’t want to be married. Like I said, I care about Grace, but I don’t want to be married to her.”
“Good luck with that.” He patted me on the back. “Anyway, I got this today.” He smiled as he pulled a sonogram photo from his pocket. “It’s a girl.”
“Congratulations.” I gave him a light hug. “Are things going okay with Riley?”
“Yeah. Things are great. She’s an amazing woman. Maybe the four of us can go out.”
“Great idea,” I spoke.