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“Thankyou again for coming with me, Elodie.”
I glance to my left where, Penny, the woman who was on a blind date is sitting next to me. “It’s Eloise, and you don’t have to thank me.”
She doesn’t.
I should be the one thanking her.
I was on a date, too, at Atlas 22 when Daxton collapsed. There was nothing blind about it. It was our third date, and judging by Philip’s reaction to the life and death situation that transpired two tables away from us, tonight was our last date.
As soon as Daxton crumpled to the floor, Philip was on his phone, recording the entire thing.
I rushed to help, but two of the wait staff beat me to it.
While they unsuccessfully tried to revive Daxton, I kept my eyes on his date. She was shaking, and when I spotted Dr. Morgan sprinting toward us, I was stunned.
I wouldn’t be surprised if my mouth was hanging open while Penny answered his questions about the unconscious man.
It was only when the restaurant manager was talking to Dr. Morgan that I finally piped up. I blurted out Dr. Morgan’s name because the man saved a life.
I could tell that he didn’t appreciate my butting into that conversation.
I have no idea why he wanted to keep his identity under wraps.
“I’m glad your cousin was there to save Daxton.” Penny squeezes my hand.
“He’s not my cousin,” I correct her, but I don’t blame her for not having any of the facts of the night straight.
The man she was meeting almost died before they even sat down at their table.
“Oh.” She skims both her palms over the front of the skirt she’s wearing. “I thought he was since I heard you say something at the restaurant about cousins and you brought his takeout here for him.”
I wasn’t going to do that but the restaurant’s manager had shoved the bag into my hand as I was leaving Atlas 22. I assumed that Philip would accompany me to the hospital after he heard me offer to tagalong with Penny, but Philip’s phone rang and, as usual, his boss lured him back to his Wall Street office with the promise of a possible future promotion.
Either way, our dinner would have been interrupted.
“How are you doing?” I lightly touch Penny’s wrist.
She has my hand firmly gripped in hers before I realize what’s happening. “I’m okay, Eloise.”
I smile slightly when I hear her say my name.
“I’ve never seen anyone fall over like that before,” she goes on, tucking a lock of her red hair behind her ear. “It felt life changing to me.”
I know it was definitely life changing for Daxton.
I’m not sure if he would be alive if Dr. Morgan hadn’t been at the restaurant.
“I should check with that woman at the desk again.” Penny points toward the reception desk that we bolted to when our Uber dropped us off at the doors to the emergency department.
I tug my hand from hers because I’m reasonably sure my fingers are turning blue from lack of blood flow. Penny’s death grip is a solid ten out of ten.
Shaking my head, I adjust the takeout bag in my lap. “She said she’d let Dr. Morgan know that we’re here. Did you get ahold of the friend who fixed you up with Daxton? Were they able to reach out to his family to let them know what’s happening?”
She looks to where her phone is poking out from the clutch purse in her right hand. “No response yet.”
“I’m sure they’ve tracked down someone from the ID in his wallet,” I say. “I think we’ll hear something soon.”
Nodding, she glances at me. “Is that guy you were with at the restaurant your boyfriend?”
