Page 64 of Mistaken Identity
He also knew that I needed a fresh start sometimes, and that was his way of checking in with me and feeling my pulse.
Me:
Doing really well. I’m trying to get him on the flight with me tonight.
Speaking of Patty, not only was he a good friend, but he was also a pilot.
He was the one who got me the job with the airlines that I worked for.
Patty:
So I’ll get to meet him tonight?
Me:
Yep. If I can get him on the flight and it’s not overbooked.
Patty:
Leave it to me.
I smiled.
Me:
See you tonight.
I knew he would.
Despite what it should be, pilots had way more pull and clout than flight attendants. They got to get the first picks on extra seats, whereas the rest of us low-life flight personnel got what was left—if there was any.
I smiled as I picked up my phone and dialed the number that was saved in my contacts as ‘psychiatrist.’
Since I was going to bare all tonight, I needed to do more.
I needed to get back to fixing myself, and the first step was following up with the new psychiatrist’s office to find out why they weren’t calling me back to schedule an appointment.
“Dr. Casta’s office,” a pleasant female voice answered. “How may I help you?”
I tucked a stray curl behind my ear as I started talking, explaining what I needed.
“Oh,” she said softly, her voice no longer as confident and welcoming. “Give me one moment and I’ll be right back.”
I gave her the moment, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, as I began to straighten my kitchen up.
I was terrible at the best of times, but lately, I’d been even worse.
My usual clutter had turned to outright mess, and I had no one to blame for it but myself.
Well, I guessed I could technically blame Audric for it slightly.
We’d spent so much time together lately that I’d barely been at home. I was either at work or at his—and Gunner’s—place.
It’d been two solid, blissful weeks of getting to know the man Audric was now, and I was finding I liked that man a lot.
Too much.
Which was why I would have to talk to him about Patty tonight.
