Page 26 of Dr. Attending

Everyone tell Cass that she can’t sleep in the same bed as Parker tonight. No boom-boom before she marries the groom-groom

Claire

That sound you just heard from downstairs was projectile vomit

Morgan

Good. Maybe you won’t be so hungover tomorrow, Bambi

Claire

Bambi was a baby deer, not a baby giraffe

Morgan

Potatoes. Potatoes.

Claire

Now who’s the drunk one?

Cassidy

So now would be a bad time to tell you that we just finished a boom-boom?

Claire

GROSS

Morgan

THAT’S HOT

I smile as I get to the end of the thread and begin typing a response. I’m honestly impressed that they’re still awake because they’ve been at it all day.

If any of you were involved in Parker’s little surprise, know that I will personally see to it that you are punished.

Almost instantly, a response comes through.

Morgan

Yes, Mistress

I shake my head as I close the thread, finding the group chat name slightly more humorous now that I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere with a real-life single dad. I’m not sure why my friends are obsessed with that specific trope—the actual thing isn’t nearly as attractive as it appears in the books, or at least that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself.

I decide to open the maps app on my phone while I wait for Weston to come back so that I can figure out where we are. Unfortunately, the service out here must be garbage because the map refuses to fully load, and all I can see is a big green blur on the screen.

I hold my phone up to the ceiling of my car, trying to coax a better signal out of thin air.

Nothing.

It makes absolutely no sense that I’m able to send and receive text messages, yet none of my apps will load. But I guess that’s just one of life’s great mysteries . . . just like who killed JonBenét Ramsey.

Weston opens my door, one dirty-blond brow quirking when he realizes what I am doing.

“Ready?” he asks softly, not taking the easy jab.

I lower my phone and scan his features, trying to pinpoint why he seems off.

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