Page 34 of Directing You
“Okay,” Reid repeated and bent to lightly kiss me on the lips. “Hazel… I really am fine, okay?”
Tears filled my eyes once more as I looked up into his, but I nodded all the same. He seemed okay. His breathing was mostly back to normal and he was smiling. Smiling atme. “I was really scared.”
He nodded. “I could tell. You did great, though. Responded quickly. Kept calm… well, up until I was okay, you kept calm.” He spoke through a quiet chuckle and I playfully smacked his arm.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not, I promise.”
“Are there any other allergies I need to know about?”
He shook his head. “Not a single one. I’m not even allergic to cats.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Let me go get Dr. Moore on the phone.” He grabbed his phone off the coffee table, eyebrows creasing as he looked at the home screen.
“What is it?” I asked.
“My university inbox has dozens of new emails,” he muttered. “And my voicemail is full.”
I swallowed, unsure why he seemed so unnerved by that. Didn’t professors get tons of correspondences? “Do you need to check them?”
He sighed and shook his head. “I was warned by other professors that after posting a cast list, the last thing I should do is check student voicemails and emails.”
Ahhh. That made more sense. It was students who were pissed off about the casting choice—ie, his choice to cast me. And by “students,” I had a pretty good guess which one took issue with me getting the lead. Jenna got practically every part she ever went for, and I doubt she was handling this with grace. “Is that who keeps calling this weekend?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled, “I’m not getting paid enough to deal with that bullshit on the weekends.” He paused, a smile curving on his mouth as he pointed at me. “You know what I just realized?”
“What?”
“Looks like we will be ordering pizza tonight after all since I can’t eat that squash.”
Normally, I’d toss back a teasing retort to that kind of comment. But he was right—no way in hell was I even taking that squash out of the oven in Reid’s presence. I grabbed my phone to order. “Pepperoni or cheese?”
“You choose,” he winked as he dialed his doctor.
