Page 95 of Freshmeet
“Hey. Sorry to call you so late,” Connor said, his voice cautious.
“It’s no problem. What’s up?”
The girls stopped shoveling pancakes into their mouths and looked at me.
“Uh. I wanted to call and say thank you for the fireworks and booze.”
I smiled, averting my eyes from my sorority sisters winking and grinning at me.
“No problem. I’m glad you guys could use them.” I walked out of the kitchen to a chorus of oohs and aahs. “What are you doing now?”
As much as I wanted to ask if he was coming over, I knew that was pathetic. He deserved a night free of me treating him like a sexy security blanket.
Connor sighed, “We’re at the hospital.”
“What?” I started toward my room to get my purse. “What happened?”
Mona, Rae, and Amira followed me upstairs.
“We got in a car accident. Everyone is fine, just a little banged up.”
I grabbed my purse and shoved through my frowning friends. “I’ll be there in five.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Oh.” My steps slowed, and I realized that maybe our relationship was too new for hospital visits. I stopped in the middle of the stairs, and the girls ran into my back.
“Stop playing it cool and tell Sarah to come get us,” Jamie yelled through the phone.
Connor huffed out a laugh. “Actually, would you mind giving us a lift? The Lincoln’s totaled.”
“I’ll be there soon.”
“Thanks, pretty girl,” Connor quietly said and hung up.
Rushing to the door, I said, “I’ve got to go pick up the McCormick boys from the hospital.”
“You want us to come?” Mona asked, slipping on her sandals.
I shook my head. “That’s okay. I’m not sure how many people I’m giving a ride to.”
“Then call us when you get there, and let us know if you’re coming home tonight,” Rae said, sitting back at the table.
“You’ve got it.” I rushed down the rickety stairs to my car.
True to my word, I got to the hospital in five minutes. Walking through the entrance, I made a beeline for the ER. Sprawled across the chairs in the waiting room were two hot—albeit beat-up—guys, Jamie, and Connor.
“Our savior is here,” Jamie dramatically sighed as he slowly stood.
I went straight to Connor, and he wrapped me in a hug.
“Are you okay?” Leaning back, I took in the smattering of scrapes on his face.
He carefully touched his ribs and winced. “Just a few cuts and bruises. Jamie got the worst of it.”
I turned to look at the other guys, but Connor pulled me back to his chest and kissed the top of my head.
“My turn,” Jamie whined, dramatically limping toward us.
