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“Thanks,” I smile gratefully as I look down at the pink paper and see Gigi’s number scrawled in black marker, unsure why the paper seems to be burning in the palm of my hand. Glancing down at Georgie, I give her a nudge. “What do you say?”
“Fank you for looking after me,” Georgie says in that beautiful little voice.
Mel’s eyes flick to my little girl and take her in, clearly adoring her just as much as everyone else Georgie meets does. “My, oh my. You certainly are gorgeous, aren’t you?”
Georgie giggles at the compliment, and I say a quick goodbye to the woman before heading out to the parking lot, only to see my truck is no longer blocking the entryway and I cringe, realizing it must have been towed. “Shit,” I mutter, trying to figure out how we’re going to deal with this while also making it into court on time.
“Hey,” a man says to my right, and I turn to find a paramedic, creeping toward us. “You looking for your truck?”
“Yeah, you know where it is?” I say, needing to tighten my hold on Georgie when she sees the ambulance and nearly loses her shit.
He digs into his pockets and pulls out a very familiar set of car keys and tosses them my way. “I parked it round back,” he tells me, hooking his thumb in the right direction.
Relief pounds through my veins, and I let out a heavy breath. “Fuck, thanks, man. I thought it might have been towed. I’m sorry to have left it there like that,” I tell him.
“It’s no problem. It happens more than you’d think,” he says before giving Georgie a fond smile. “Anyone who parks their truck like that . . . Well, shit. I’ve been doing this long enough to know when it’s an emergency. Just keep her healthy.”
“Will do,” I say, feeling overwhelmed by his kindness.
He turns away to get back to work, and as I take off around back to look for my truck, I make a mental note to buy the guy a case of beer. He could have easily had my truck towed. Hell, he should have, considering the way I was parked, but he had my back and showed kindness to a complete stranger who was having a shitty night.
The world needs more men like that.
Needing to get on my way, I drive us home, this time without breaking any laws, and before I know it, I’m dressed in my suit and stopping by Logan’s ridiculously massive home.
Georgie jumps out of my truck and makes her way up the stairs as I follow behind with her bag, double-checking I have all her medications and spare inhalers just in case. She motions for me to pick her up so she can reach the doorbell and then proceeds to press it over and over again until Uncle Logan appears at the door.
She squeals in delight when she sees him and throws herself out of my arms. Luckily for Georgie, Logan’s reflexes are lightning fast, and he scoops her out of the air. “How’s my girl?” he asks as she squishes her face into his chest and wipes snot all over the shirt he probably needs to wear during his Zoom meeting.
“Goowd,” she says in her little baby voice. “I went to hopital again.”
“Oh, dear,” Logan says with wide eyes, putting on a show for her. “Did the doctor make you all better?”
Georgie shakes her head. “No. Da prwitty gurl did.”
“Really? The pretty girl?” he questions, his gaze flicking to mine as he arches a brow, but I’m not having it. I’m not falling into his trap.
“Uh-huh,” Georgie says with a smile. “She helwped me breathe.”
“That’s good,” Logan says before placing her down and letting her race into his home to run amok and probably force little Lilly into a toy stroller.
Logan and I follow her in, and as I dump all of her things on the kitchen counter, Logan looks at me with fierce concern flashing in his eyes. “She’s really alright?” he asks.
“Yeah, she’s doing much better,” I tell him as I let out a breath of relief, needing him not to drill me on this right now, not sure how much longer I can hold it together. “But that reminds me,” I say as I pull the pink Post-it note from my pocket with Gigi’s number. “I’ve got the nurse’s number. I want to call her.”
Logan’s eyes widen in surprise, gaping at me as though I just told him I was trying out for the national ballet. “You’re going to call her?” he questions, his eyes only getting wider.
I pull my phone out and start dialing Gigi’s number. “Calm down, moron. I’m just calling to thank her for everything she did for Georgie. Nothing else.”
“Oh . . . Okay, then,” Logan says as he takes a seat at the kitchen table, clearly very disappointed that he wasn’t about to witness the stars aligning for me to fall madly in love with some random chick I just met. I fucking love my brother, but he’s a cup-half-full kind of guy, and his optimism is an illness.
