Page 58 of Hypnotized By Love

“She fell off a trellis,” Mason answered. “After she got stuck going through a dog door.”

He was making me sound terrible. “In my defense, I was drunk, and that’s why I got stuck and then fell off a trellis.”

“That’s not a defense. It’s just a description of what happened,” he said.

“So yes to alcohol consumption tonight ... Let me get some of your vitals.” Cynthia took my blood pressure, then checked my pulse, oxygen saturation, and temperature. She told me what she was doing with each device and then recorded all of her findings on a tablet she had with her.

She asked for my height, my weight, and the date of my last menstrual cycle, and I didn’t make eye contact with Mason as I gave those to her.

“There might be some other tests that we need to perform later, like a urine test,” she said. “The doctor might also want to order an X-ray. Is there any chance that you could be pregnant?”

I wanted to laugh. “No. No chance at all.”

Cynthia glanced up from her tablet at me. She shifted her gaze over to Mason, appraising him, and then turned it back to me.

“Are you sure?” she asked in disbelief.

That made Mason grin.

This was going to get back to my sister, and she would enjoy it far too much that her colleague had jumped to this conclusion. “Yes. Very sure,” I said.

“Dr. Otterson is here tonight, and he’ll be in to see you shortly,” she said, then left us alone.

I frowned at him. “Why are you grinning like you just told Alice how to find the Queen of Hearts?”

“She thought we were dating,” he said.

Yes, I had picked up on her oh-so-subtle insinuation. “Which was ridiculous, because I don’t date men like you.”

“Smart, charming, attractive, ambitious, with an incredible sense of humor and the ability to forgive?”

The last one stung a little. “My type tends more toward the modest kind who aren’t full of themselves.”

He shrugged. “Facts are facts.”

“I think you mean opinions are opinions.”

“Opinions we both share are facts.”

While I wanted to protest that I didn’t share in his overinflated opinion of himself, I knew there was a part of me that did, so instead I said, “That’s not how that works!”

“One of the things I like best about you is how you always tell me what you’re thinking.”

Oh no, had I said that overinflated / I-agreed-with-his-opinion part out loud? I couldn’t remember. “It’s not always a good thing. It’s why I only have two friends.”

“Three.”

“Three what?” I asked.

“Three friends. I’m your friend.”

“We’re not friends.”

Sierra came into the room, looking panicked. “Savannah! Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” I told her. I yawned. It had been a long night, and I was getting really tired.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked.

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