Page 9 of Playing the Game
“Top it off with his ex hanging around and I’d say that’s the last thing she needs.”
My head snaps up. “His ex is there?”
“Yes. Dori had Jamison’s friend call her. She got here right after he coded. She won’t leave now.”
The blood drains from my limbs. “Jamison coded? Does that mean what I think it means?”
“He lost too much blood, and they lost him for a minute. Like I said, he’s fighting for his life.” Jonah glances off to the side.
“Jonah, can you do me a favor?”
He faces the camera. “Anything.”
“Can you get me a new phone and let my driver know when I’ll land? I need to get to the hospital as fast as I can.”
“I’ll have your phone here waiting for you. When can I expect you?”
I check my watch. “I should be there in three hours or so.”
“Yeah, we’ll be here. Jamison’s still in surgery, but they found the blood they need, so that’s the plus side.”
“The blood he needs?”
“Yeah. They used most of what they had at this hospital and had to call blood banks to get more.”
This conversation keeps getting worse. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah, we’re all praying he makes it out alive.”
I nod. “One more thing.”
“Yeah? What?”
“Keep an eye on Jamison’s ex. She’s hit Dorothy before and I don’t want her to get near her.”
“I don’t see that as a problem. Dori’s not talking to anyone.”
My stomach rolls into a ball. “Just monitor the situation. Until I can get there, I need to know Dorothy’s protected.”
“Consider it done.” Jonah turns his head to the side and does a double take. “Hey, Mel. What’s going on?”
I wait for them to have a brief exchange about needing to eat. I’m not even there and I can’t imagine eating.
There’s no way Dorothy will either, but I’ll address that once I see her. I disconnect with Jonah and go through my emails to preoccupy myself.
One from Isabella catches my eye. No part of me wants to open it, but I do anyway.
Hunter, I wanted to let you know I have a checkup next week. I’d like it if you were there. It’s on Tuesday at four o’clock. Do you think you can attend? Isabella
The muscles over my ribs tighten as I respond.
I won’t be able to attend. You’re far enough along to have a paternity test done. Please set that up and let me know what you need from me. H
I settle back in my chair with a stiff neck. A response comes back within seconds.
They’ll need your blood sample. If you want it done, then we can do it at this visit. If not, then you can wait. Isabella
The thought of parenting a child with this woman is enough to have me wanting to jump out of this plane. She’s a gold digger who makes my skin crawl.
