Page 208 of The Doctors Will See You Now

So, move on I did. Lips to hers in an instant, I pushed my tongue until the tip met hers and kissed her with enough certainty for both of us.

She broke away a few seconds in. “I just have one more question.”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly, unsure what else she wanted from my bloody, mangled heart.

“Where the fuck did your beard go?”

I guess she misses it.

Tomorrow’s plan: start growing it back.

The sound of my phone ringing too loudly startled me awake. My eyes caught sight of the barely risen sun peeking through my bedroom window, and I groaned. It couldn’t have been past eight in the morning, and that left me wondering who in the hell was calling me at this god-awful hour.

I reached out from under my cozy comforter, and the cool air hit my skin, urging goose bumps onto my arms. I snagged my phone off the nightstand and slid my entire body, including my head, back under the warm cocoon of blankets. Even though the ringing had stopped, I tapped the home button and my phone came to life.

The numbers 7:45 glowed bright and blinding while a notification sat in the center of the screen.

3 missed calls Scott.

What the hell?

Before I had the time to send an angry message of Stop fucking calling me, he sent a text message, making my phone ping loudly.

“Shit!” I yelled, bobbling it a little before getting it back under control.

Scott: Rise and shine, Harlow. Get ready. I’m taking you somewhere special today.

Me: Are you on drugs? Do you have any idea what time it is?

Scott: Lol. No drugs. Just coffee.

Me: I’m not going anywhere right now. It’s fucking Saturday morning and it’s not even 8.

Scott: I’m on my way to your apartment.

He was on his way to my apartment? Was he joking with me right now?

Hell no. I didn’t care how persistent he was. I wasn’t going anywhere but back to dreamland.

Me: I fucking knew it was a bad idea for you to have my address.

Two days of him having the information, and he was already using it for outright evil purposes.

Scott: Get dressed, Harlow. I’ve got a surprise for you.

A surprise? Even though it was too goddamn early, I was intrigued. I really fucking liked surprises.

Me: Does it include breakfast and coffee?

Scott: Yep. I just added it to the already awesome list of things I’m doing with Harlow today.

Ugh. There’s a list of awesome? It shouldn’t have been sounding better by the second, but goddammit, it was.

Me: I kind of hate you right now.

Scott: No, you don’t. And stop texting me. Get your cute ass out of bed. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.

Me: Thirty minutes?! Fucking hell.