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Liam kept looking at me intently.
“Come on, Peanut.”
My eyes broke away from Liam’s as we stepped into the night.
“Have a good evening,” Dad called back.
Liam didn’t respond.
Chapter18
Liam
I frowned at the notes in my hand. I could have sworn I wrote them down in an earlier file.
Did I mix up the patients’ charts?
I picked up the stack I just finished working on and found the records. The initial file belonged to a patient from this morning.
A flip-through proved that, in fact, I did mix up the details.
“Fuck.” I slapped the file down.
I covered my face with my hands and groaned. Could today get any worse?
Fixing that confusion would take less than five minutes, but it was a symptom of a much bigger problem. One that had plagued me for the past couple of days. And was only worsening by the minute.
I pulled myself up and stood to look out the window. The sun was high in the afternoon sky and the garden was alive with a gentle breeze playing through it.
This view should give me pleasure. I cherished every moment I could look upon it and be happy about my move back here.
But not today.
My insides felt like I’d swallowed a bunch of needles.
I messed up big time and there was no way around it.
The effect bled into my work. I could hardly keep my head straight. Even though no one else seemed to notice, I knew.
I found myself daydreaming, thinking about Ava. About our child.
My pulse spiked just entertaining the subject.
But worst of all, I had betrayed her father’s trust. My best friend.
That felt like I had ten-fold the amount of those needles pricking me.
My appointments usually kept me from lingering over my inner turmoil. But now that my patients had left for the day and the office was quiet, there was no escaping it.
I had a baby on the way—and the mother was my best friend’s daughter.
I blew out a breath and dropped back into my chair.
Back to work, Liam.
But try as I might, I couldn’t concentrate on more than two lines without my mind wandering. Recalling the hurt look in Ava’s eyes. Seeing the trust on her father’s face when he looked at me.
I was a terrible friend.
