Page 27 of Ronen
I was loath to tell her even Advil sometimes hit me wrong. The way my ankle was throbbing, I planned to pop a couple once I was home, alone, and could pass out in private without having to worry about embarrassing myself any further than I already had today.
“Then I’ll send in a nurse to take out your I.V.,” she told me. “There weren't any pain meds in it, since you were still out of it from what the EMTs administered in the field, just normal saline. We’ll get you in a boot and get you out of here as soon as we can. You’ll need to have someone drive you home,” She glanced at Jamie and he gave a short nod.
Yeah, no thanks, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in a vehicle with Jamie. Especially if Jamie knew I was his son’s fated mate. At least not until Ronen and I had a chance to discusswhat had happened between us, and any next steps we wanted to take.
The way Jamie was staring at me felt like I was one step away from the “if you hurt my son, I’m going to hurt you” talk. Frankly, I just wasn’t up for it.
Glancing around, I spotted my clothes in a plastic bag on a shelf next to Jamie. “Does anyone happen to know where my phone is? I need to make some calls and get a ride home.”
From anyone who wasn’t Jamie. Meg glanced at Jamie, who just pursed his lips and gave a slight tilt of his head.
I also needed to call Micah, the teenage kid that helped me out from time to time with my animals, when I couldn’t be home due to my work schedule. I’d need to see if Micah would be willing to come over in the mornings and evenings to help take care of my critters.
Even with the boot, I needed to limit how much weight I was putting on my ankle for at least the next couple of days. And hopping around a barnyard, trying to feed, water, and muck out stalls, wasn’t the best thing for it.
Jamie dug in the bag holding my clothes, then silently handed me my cell phone.
“Thanks.” I clutched the phone tightly in my good hand like it was a lifeline.
Dr. Farrell gave me a few verbal instructions, that I probably wouldn’t need to worry about with my healing properties, then left the room.
Finally, after Jamie and I had stared at each other in silence for a full minute, I cleared my throat. “I’ll call someone to come get me. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Jamie chuckled, “Oh, I’m not worried about you. I didn’t come here with the intention of driving you home. I mean I willif you need me to, I’m not a dick. I wouldn’t just leave you here, stranded. I came here to discuss my son.”
Swallowing hard, my mouth suddenly dry, I squared my shoulders, while trying to look relaxed. Giving him a nonchalant look, I inquired, “What about Ronen?”
“Look,” Jamie’s voice was soft, low, but serious, “I know you have a crush on Ronen, and it’s been cute watching you.”
“Watching me?”
What the actual fuck?
Yeah, he had caught me putting the duck on Ronen’s Jeep, but the way he had said it implied he’d been following me around for some time.
Jamie’s lip quirked up at one corner, his eyes knowing.
“The ducks, the books,” he ticked each one off with a finger.
Opening my mouth, I was going to give some lame excuse about both things, when Jamie gave me a look that said just save your breath.
Snapping my jaw shut, I said nothing.
“And now there’s the complication of you being my son’s fated mate.”
He knew about that, then. Great.
“Ronen and I haven’t had a chance to talk about that.”
“About that,” Jamie said, crossing one ankle over the other. “Don’t wait on Ronen to bring it up, because he won’t. That kid can ignore shit like it’s not happening around him. I understand why he does it, but it’s annoying as fuck sometimes.”
Blinking, I just stared at the man, not quite knowing where this conversation was going, because it had just taken a one eighty turn from where I had thought it was headed.
“You’re gonna have to get in his face about this, if it’s something you want to pursue. Do you want to pursue it? Or are you planning to take the out clause?” Jamie raised a brow at me.
The man could speak more words with one raised brow than anyone I had ever met. That brow spoke in complete fucking sentences.
“Because I’m gonna be honest here, that out clause is basically bullshit. Ask my brother, Finn, and his husband, Wade. Those two avoided each other like the plague for five years after finding out they were fated, and in the end, it did no good. They still ended up together, happy as clams.”
