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I’m rarely lost for words. This is one of those moments.
Fuck.Lauren’s lie made me look like an idiot.
Dr. Whitman stares at me for a moment, blinking. “You’rehim.”
I raise a brow.
“You’re Gage. Lauren’s Gage.”
What?Has she talked about me?
“No. I’m just Gage.”
“Not from what I’ve heard.” He laughs. “Alcohol makes Lauren talkative.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Her nickname was Motor Mouth in high school.
“I wish you a speedy recovery, Mr. Perry.” He lowers his voice. “If you are the Gage she talks about during our weekly happy hour, don’t let her fool you. She still loves you.”
My nails bite into my palms. “You don’t turn your back on people you love.”
He tips his head down. “All right then. The discharge nurse will be here soon with your prescriptions. Don’t hesitate if you have any additional questions for me.”
“Thanks.”
I pull out my phone when he leaves.
Me: Do you have plans tomorrow night?
It beeps with a reply seconds later.
Phoebe: I’m free all night.
Fuck. Lauren had better not bail tomorrow night.Phoebe is a stage-five clinger. I’m risking my privacy for revenge.
Me: Dinner at Clayton’s at 7:00?
Phoebe: Pick me up at 6:30. I’ll bring an overnight bag.
I stop myself from telling her not to bother. She can’t bail on my ass before I succeed in calling Lauren out on her lie.
I go check on my dad after I’m discharged. He’s okay. No stitches or broken bones. On the way home, he will be receiving an earful from me about not doing stupid shit.
Five
Lauren
I need a drink.
Multiple drinks. Stat.
Sleep wasn’t my friend last night—for an array of reasons. The first being that I was sleeping in my childhood bedroom, the second because of all the thoughts of what I’d done with Gage in said bedroom after he snuck through my window in high school, and the third was worrying about when I’d see him next.
In conclusion, the culprit of my insomnia was Gage Perry.
The hostess weaves through white-clothed tables while leading me, gift bag in tow, to Jay and Alec. Clayton’s is an upscale restaurant complete with candlelit dinners, to-die-for shrimp cocktails, and expensive wine lists. The men set their drinks down when they spot me and wrap me into tight hugs before giving me cheek kisses.
