Hitched (Hitched #1)(31)

The sad thing is… I am. I miss him and am bummed he hasn't texted. But I'm not going to be that girl who can't go twenty-four hours without a guy. Nope. Not me.

My phone buzzes, and I jump to check it.

It's him.

My heart lifts, and I smile, knowing my twin and my best friend are mocking me. I don't care. Because apparently I am going to be that girl who acts like a crushing thirteen-year-old every time Sebastian texts me.



Missing me yet?



My fingers fly over the keypad.



Hadn't thought about you all day, actually. :P



His response comes quickly.



Pity. I've been thinking about you all day. And all the things I'm going to do to you when next we see each other.



My heart flip-flops.



And when might that be?



Ah, so you are missing me, then?



Maybe a little.



I have a proposition for you.



I pause for a moment before replying.



Does this involve another drunken wedding?



In a manner of speaking. My uncle is getting married at my parent's house in a few weeks. I was wondering if you would like to be my date. We'd be there from Friday to Sunday at the end of the month.



Wow. This is huge. Too huge. Meeting his whole family? Attending weddings together? We'd be like—I gulp—a couple.

Vi grabs the phone from me before I can react, and she reads the messages out loud. Then she types on my phone and clicks send. I pull the phone out of her hand.

"What have you done?"

She smirks at me. "Made things easier for you. You'll have a blast."

I look at my phone.



I'd love to. :) Sounds wonderful. When do we leave?



"Vi, I can't go to this wedding with him. It's the last thing I should be doing!"

"It'll be fun," she says.

Tate frowns. "We have a party that weekend."

I smile, vindicated. "See? Can't go."

Vi waves off my concern. "I've already mentally cleared my schedule. I got it covered."

Tate high fives her across my body, and I scowl at them both. "You suck."

"Go meet his family. It'll help you learn more about him and whether he's right for you or not," she says seriously.

I guess if the point of this summer is to get to know each other, then this is an important step. Realizing how little of his life outside of me I know about him, I decide tomorrow I will also drop in on him at work.

I can imagine nothing sexier than him in his scrubs, saving the lives of children.





Chapter 21


Grey's Anatomy


I know most people don't like hospitals, but I actually find them reassuring. I like knowing there are entire structures set up to help those who are sick or injured, and that these buildings are filled with people who are devoting their lives to saving people. That's pretty awesome, when you think about it.

When I arrive at Sunrise Children's Hospital, I admire its attempt at modern-looking architecture. Big windows, sharp angles, cement and glass and metal. I park and make my way to the front desk where they direct me to pediatrics. He doesn't know I'm coming, which may be a mistake. I start to regret my impulsive decision to bring him lunch.

I exit the elevator on his floor and am about to get back on, having chickened out, when someone calls my name.

I turn and see Dr. Donovan looking oh-so-sexy in khakis, a buttoned down shirt and a white doctor coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He smiles when I turn, his eyes bright and glued to me as he takes long strides to reach me.

I wait, wondering what kind of greeting to expect while he's at work. He hugs me, then kisses me deeply as nurses gawk, and a few shoot me not-so-friendly glances. Guess he's popular.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

I hold up the brown bag I'm carrying. "I brought you lunch." I shrug sheepishly and smile. "Surprise?"

"That's a wonderful surprise, and I actually have a few minutes. Let's go to my office."

Relief sinks into me as I follow him through the long white corridors. His office is neat and sparse, with the exception of the wall of medical books to the left of his desk.

I put the lunch on his desk, and he closes the door behind him.

"It's so good to see you," he says. "I was afraid I'd scared you off after inviting you to the wedding this month."

That's closer to the truth than he realizes, but I don't tell him that. I'm enjoying how happy he is to see me and don't want to ruin it. "I'm still here," I assure him, taking out the turkey sandwiches on rye I made, along with homemade pasta salad and a piece of pie for each of us.

Instead of sitting behind his desk, he takes the seat next to me, and we begin eating.

"How's your day going?" I ask.

He nods, wiping a bit of mustard off his lips. "Good. I have a patient, Shannon, she's six, and we've been worried about her for a while. We're waiting on a donor for her heart transplant, and she's been touch and go, but she's finally stabilizing and I'm confident she'll make it."