Page 40 of Manhattan Heart

Cal is quietly playing on his phone when a door down the far end opens and instantly my pulse speeds up. Knowing it’s for me.

I see blue scrubs and I’m already up off my seat.

“Holy fuck. She’s a tiny bag of fuckable candy,” Cal exclaims and I turn a scowl at his asshole face. I suppose I should be grateful his gross side hasn’t reared its ugly head until now.

He comes up behind me as Gray’s doctor walks over.

I feel his towering support at my back.

Nina Pang is the fuckable candy he’s referring to.

She’s also Gray’s surgeon.

I don’t care how fuckable she is, I just want to know about my guy.

She’s a beautiful Asian with a calm manner and a kindness you don’t see often from someone so clever and professional.

I found her extremely warm and likeable when we spoke to her early this morning. She dumbed down the surgery so I could understand and didn’t mind the million questions I fired at her. She even told us how often she does these procedures and they’re so easy she listens to rock music.

I can’t tell by her face what the news is.

“How is he? Did it go as you said it would?”

God, just tell me.

Cal puts a hand to the base of my back and it’s the longest seconds of my life.

Until Doctor Pang smiles and my whole belly caves in with relief.

“He’s in recovery before we move him to the ICU and he’s doing well, we just woke him up and he asked for you immediately. You can go through in a few moments, a nurse will come for you.”

“And the procedure? His heart is okay now?”

“Textbook surgery, he’s good as new, Mrs Ellison.” She smiles with confidence of a woman who knows what she’s doing.

To look at her with her dark bobbed hair encased in the blue and pink scrub hat, all of five foot nothing, she seems like she’s only in high-school and not one of the top sought after heart surgeons in New York. I would have sold my soul to have her work on Gray if I had to and right now I want to fling myself at her feet in gratitude.

I say some words, I don’t even know what they are, my blood is racing too fast and all I hear is that my Grayson is going to be fine.

Cal actually takes over and does the polite gratitude.

He’s fine. He’s good as new.

I sag, and don’t realize Cal is holding me up.

“Told you that stubborn bastard wasn’t going anywhere,” he says. And then.. “So, you going to get me that candy’s number then, babe?”

I laugh with relief.

I cry with relief.

He’s okay.

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Gray

“Told you…always right, baby-girl.”

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