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“Dr. Finn, I don’t need—”
“Yeah, you do.” A smirk crossed his lips. “In fact, I can guarantee that a lot of your own patients say the same thing.”
“Perhaps. I don’t know since I can’t even remember graduating from medical school.”
“Dr. Bancroft is one of the best. Anyway, I have to go. We’re really happy to have you back with us, Charlotte.” He reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
After Dr. Finn left the room, Conner reached into the other bag, pulled out a box, and handed it to me.
“Your other phone was damaged in the accident, so I ordered you a new one.”
I removed the lid from the box and stared at the large iPhone sitting in it.
“Why is it so big?” I asked as I looked over at him.
He chuckled. “There have been many changes to the iPhone over the last ten years.”
I pulled it from the box and held it in my hand.
“Wow. Is this the same one I had when I got into the accident?” I asked.
“Yep. Same exact phone and same color.” He smiled. “All of your information was transferred over from the cloud.”
“How do you turn this on?”
“Here. Let me.” He reached over and took my phone.
“Good morning.” Amy, my nurse, smiled when she walked in. “You are one lucky girl. I’ve been instructed to remove your catheter and your I.V.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Morning, Dr. Kind.” She grinned at him.
“Good morning, Amy.”
“Okay, Dr. Roman. Just relax. I’ll remove your catheter first.”
“Umm. Wait. Can you please leave the room?” I asked Conner.
“Sure.” He set my phone down and walked out of the room.
“You are one lucky lady.” Amy grinned.
“Why?”
“You’re marrying Dr. Kind. He’s a total keeper.” She removed my catheter.
“You do know that I don’t remember him, right?” I cocked my head.
“I know.” Her lips formed a sympathetic smile as she removed the I.V. “The fun part is you get to know him all over again.” She grinned as she walked out of the room.
Conner walked back in with his hands tucked tightly in his pants pockets and sat down. I picked up my phone from the tray and first noticed the wallpaper on the lock screen. It was a picture of Conner and me on a boat.
“Where was this taken?” I asked.
“On our boat. My brothers and I own it. We take it out all the time. You lo—” He stopped and cleared his throat.
“Why is it asking me to set up Face I.D.? What does it mean?”
