Page 61 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“I know,” I whisper. “Thank god it’s all over and I can go see a doctor now.”
“Em,” Puck hesitates for a second. “Things are not over. Not by a long shot. We still have to find who financed this entire thing. We got Steve to deal with…”
“So he’s not dead then?” It’s not good to wish bad upon people, but Steve deserves it tenfold.
“I wanted to kill him, but your father wants to keep him alive. To get information out of him.”
“You think there’s more than just him working with Bricks?” I mull the information in my head, wondering what else could be.
“We think he’s working with my uncle. He and Bricks went back, and so did your father."
Everything that’s happening is going over my head. I am completely out of my depth.
I jump when I feel the baby kicking. I place a hand over the spot and just stare at my belly.
“Everything okay?” I love how caring Puck is. I grab his hand and put it on the side to where I felt the little kick.
“He’s not doing it anymore,” I sigh in disappointment when nothing else happens.
“We’re going to the hospital later tonight,” Puck informs me casually.
“Which hospital?”
“Red Lodge.”
“Oh good,” I smile at him. “I was hoping it was Dr. Patel who was going to check me over.”
“It won’t be Dr. Patel,” he interrupts me. “We need to be very careful with this. No one can know we’re going in.”
“But…”
“We just want to make sure you’re okay, and that the baby is okay. We also need to know what the fuck is in that inhaler.”
“So who’s going to see me then?” I don’t understand this part.
“Morgan.”
Okay, I didn’t see this coming.
“Morgan? As in my boss Morgan?”
“Uh, yeah. Problem?”
If I wasn’t this upset, I’d laugh at the confused look on Puck’s face as he watches me freaking out over this new development.
“Problem?” I exclaim. “Yeah, there’s a problem. For one, Morgan just hates me.” I am about to cry.
“Why would she hate you?”
“Good question,” I shrug and lean back against the headboard. “We just never hit it off. She’d always pick on me…”
“Pick on you?” Puck interrupts me. “What is this, high school?”
I turn my head to stare him down. “Are you saying I was imagining things?”
“What? No. I don’t even know her,” he puts his hands up in defense. “But you have to admit that it’s weird.”
“I could live with that,” I finally say, trying to get over my personal aversion to this woman. “But there’s something else that worries me when it comes to her. And it’s huge, Puck.”
