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“You ready to head home? I thought we could hang out in your room and play a video game or build some Legos.”
“Yeah. Whatever.” He shrugged, barging past me and storming down the hall.
“Thanks,” I said to the volunteer, signing my name on the sign-out form. My gaze flicked to Harper, but she was staring out the window to the hallway beyond.
Shit. What had gone down between them?
But there was no time to ask. Scottie was gone. And he was my priority, always.
The second I turned my back on her, I felt her stare follow. Heated and heavy. Threatening to burn right through the ice around my heart. Right until I walked past the glass window, and I could finally breathe again.
Scottie was in the reception area, waiting. Fidgeting with the straps on his bag as he stared at the floor.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” I asked him.
“She’s sick.”
“She can’t be that sick if she’s here, bud.”
I fought the urge to glance back, not that I would be able to see her.
“Come on, let’s head out.” With my hand on his shoulder, I guided Scottie out of the building and over to my car. “In you go,” I said, holding the door open. He looked back over to the building and frowned.
“Come on, bud. Work with me here.”
“What if she’s really sick?”
“I’m sure she’s fine.” I closed the door and went around to the driver’s side, climbing inside.
“What if it’s the cross-tamination? What if she drives home and passes out and has an accident? What—”
“Scottie,” I snapped, gripping the wheel. “Breathe, bud. Just take a breath, okay? I’m sure Harper is—”
As if our conversation had summoned her, she exited the building and slowly headed toward her car. My brows furrowed. She was still clutching her stomach, moving at a snail’s pace as she practically staggered across the parking lot.
“What the— oh shit.” I was out of the car in a second, racing over to her as she slumped against the side of her car.
“You okay there, blondie?” I asked.
“M-Mason?” Her eyelashes fluttered as she peered up at me. But it wasn’t surprise on her face; it was sheer exhaustion.
“Fuck,” I hissed, reaching for her and helping her stand on two feet.
“Harper, Harper…” Scottie ran over, and I muttered under my breath.
“You need to stay in the car—”
“No. Harper’s my friend, too.”
“I’m… fine.” Harper tried to pull away from me, but she could barely stand.
“Do you need a hospital? A doctor?”
“N-no. I just need… to sleep it off.”
In the middle of the parking lot?
Yeah, not going to happen.
