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“Everything okay?”
He grunted. “Just get your ass in here.” He disconnected before I could respond.
I pulled the phone from my ear and stood, Seven protesting loudly, sinking her claws into my leg in a last-ditch effort to hold on.
“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? Just like all the women in my life,” I grumbled, bending at the waist to give her one last scratch.
7
Piper
The knock on the door startled me, and I jumped up from where I’d been sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Piper, are you crying?” Hampton’s voice was muffled through the doorway.
Sniffing, I swiped the tears away from under my eyes and pulled in a deep breath through my nose before opening the door.
Worry filled his face as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing. I’m fine.”
His eyes narrowed and he peered around me into my room, his gaze landing on my television. “Oh my God, are you watching those stupid infomercials again?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I huffed, “They aren’t stupid. Those damn kids get me every time.”
I pulled the door open wider and he sauntered in.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked, my eyes going around him to Smith. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming to dinner.”
Smith grinned. “Had a rare night off.”
Hampton’s eyes scanned me. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
I rolled my eyes and shuffled away. “I was taking a quick nap. That last shift was brutal. And then I had this dream about Channing Tatum that was rather disturbing. I turned the TV on to clear my head and got sucked in.”
He pulled at the end of my hair and then walked back into the hallway. “Funny, I just had a dream about him too. He was naked in mine. Was he naked in yours?”
“Channing is always naked in my dreams,” Smith quipped, winking at me behind Hampton’s back.
“I wish,” I told him over my shoulder, pulling a pair of jeans over my ass. “No, his foot was falling off. And I didn’t have the equipment to sew it back on.” I shuddered at the memory. “I cannot wait until I’m out of the ER. I was not made for gaping wounds.”
Hampton chuckled. “You’re going to be a pediatrician and you can’t stand wounds? You do realize that kids get hurt more than any other group of people, right?”
I rolled my eyes again, but this time at the floor. “I’m hoping to deal more with the flu. Injuries are your thing, remember?”
Hampton had just finished his residency. His test scores had blown everyone else in his class out of the water. He was on his way to being the top trauma surgeon in the state. I couldn’t have been prouder of him.
Checking his watch, he muttered, “Think I’ve got time for a shower?”
I pulled a shirt over my head, my response muffled. “Nope.” Pulling my long blond hair out of the neck of my shirt, I finished. “But have we ever been on time?”
“Good point.” Hampton turned on his heel and made a bee line for his bedroom. “Give me ten minutes.”
“Don’t let Smith in with you. We’ll never get there,” I shouted at them as they retreated down the narrow hall to Hampton’s bedroom.
They were cute together, despite being a stark contrast to one another. Smith was what could only be described as beautiful. While Hampton was all masculine, with his sharp cheekbones and strong jaw, Smith was softer. His skin was flawless, something I was sure he’d spent a lot of time on. They hadn’t been dating long, but I liked them together.
When they slipped out of sight, I closed my own door to finish getting ready. But when I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I jumped. The dark circles I kept under my eyes were more pronounced than usual and my hair rivaled Frankenstein’s.
