Page 61 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

Christian laughed.

I turned into the physicians’ garage. “Goodbye.”

“Hold on,” Dad said. “Was this the young lady you brought to Soulful?”

“Yes.”

“The one with the gold hoops?”

“Yes.”

“I liked her.”

“Is it serious?” Dad asked.

“It’s becoming serious.”

Silence held the line for half a beat.

“Well, damn,” Xander said.

Christian’s laugh deepened. “I knew it.”

“You didn’t know anything.”

“I knew enough.”

Dad made a pleased sound. “One son married. Another one falling. Family Feud and new daughters-in-law. This might be my year.”

“Don’t plan another wedding,” I warned.

“Yet,” Christian added.

“I’m ending this call.”

“Go save a life,” Dad said. “Christian, handle Titan. Everybody else, keep the dates open.”

I disconnected before the conversation could circle back to Frankie. The garage swallowed the morning sun as I pulled into my reserved space. I shut off the engine, grabbed my tablet, and stepped out of the car. The change happened automatically.

Frankie’s perfume still clung faintly to my skin, but my mind shifted to the scans waiting upstairs, the expanding hemorrhage, and the man whose family was likely sitting beneath fluorescent lights praying someone could save him.

My phone vibrated as I reached the elevator. A message from Frankie filled the screen.

Apparently, I’m missing an earring. You wouldn’t happen to know where it is, would you?

I pressed the reply button and typed my response.

I’ll look when I get home. Either way, you’ll have to come back to get it.

Her answer appeared as the elevator doors opened.

Maybe that was my plan.

A smile pulled at my mouth.

Then it worked.

I slipped the phone into my pocket and entered the elevator.