If not, how was he going to pull that off? He could just pay for the urgent care visit out of pocket, but they would want to see her ID, wouldn’t they? And there would be paperwork. He was a veterinarian and they had a ton of paperwork.
He couldn’t even fill in her full medical history. What if they needed to know something he wasn’t sure of? He could claim to be her boyfriend, but her drunken state and lack of ID might make them suspicious.
If they were back home in Bend, the tiny town Gavin had landed in when he’d moved to Alaska, Carter could take care of her.
Gavin quickly thought that through. The plane was waiting for them at the airport, so they could leave right away. If they got in the air immediately, they could be back in Alaska in about ten hours. Would she be okay until then? He’d deal with the police questions if necessary, if it was truly a medical emergency, but if she was just drunk and exhausted, getting her home would be better.
Gavin grabbed his phone again and redialed Carter.
“I can’t take her to urgent care. She doesn’t have any ID or—”
“You don’t even know who she is?” Carter asked in disbelief. “Seriously, man, this is—”
“Carter, stop talking!” Gavin demanded. “Of course I know who she is. Don’t be a dumb ass. We just left without her purse or anything.”
“You can’t go back?”
Gavin glanced in the rearview mirror. Going back was not an appealing option. “Not easily.”
“If she’s got alcohol poisoning, it could be really serious, Gav. That’s not something to screw with.”
“How do I tell? What can I do?”
“She’s unconscious?”
Allie sighed and wiggled, her cheek pressing into his thigh and making Gavin swear silently. “She’s sleeping.”
“Does she respond to stimuli?”
“Stimuli like what?”
“Pain?”
Gavin scowled at the road in front of the car. “Pain? What the hell?”
“Pinch her,” Carter said.
“I’m not going to pinch her.”
“You have to. I have to know how out of it she is.”
Gavin swore again. “Fine.” He reached down. “Sorry, babe,” he muttered before he pinched her arm.
She pulled away and frowned.
“She responds to pain,” he told Carter.
“Try to wake her up.”
“Fine. Fuck.” Gavin looked for traffic and then pulled over to the side of the road. He put the car into park, put the phone up on the dash and turned in his seat. “Allie. Honey, you gotta wake up for me.” He pushed her up into a sitting position and cupped her face. “Al? Open your eyes.”
She sighed heavily.
“Allie?”
Dammit.
He grabbed his phone, keeping her propped up with one hand. “Nothing.”
“You have to do more than that,” Carter said, sounding disgusted. “Slap her.”
“Dammit, Carter, I’m not slapping her.”
“Pinch her again. Something.”
Gavin threw the phone back on the dash, harder than he should have. Fine. He’d wake her up. He leaned in, cupped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her.
For six seconds, nothing happened. Then she sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
It was as if the past year evaporated.
The heat built quickly and steadily from “yum” to “damn”. Gavin tipped her head, slid his hand down her throat, stroked his tongue deep. Allie arched closer, her hands gripped the front of his shirt and she groaned.
Gavin sat back in his seat, bringing her with him. Allie tugged on her dress and moved to straddle his lap. When she settled her weight onto him, his quick, hard erection pressed up against her and they both moaned. He dug his fingers into her hair, pulling the pearls and bobby pins free, tossing them one by one onto the floor, until her hair feel free and loose. She ran her hands up the back of his neck into his hair too. His hair was several inches longer than he usually wore it, and he thought of his beard rubbing against her skin. He’d never worn a beard with Allie before. Did it feel weird?
He pulled back, breathing hard. She didn’t let go of him, keeping their faces close, and they stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds. She didn’t look like anything felt weird, exactly.
“Whoa,” she said softly.
“So, you’re awake,” he said unnecessarily. His voice was husky.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
Still looking at her as she pressed her lips together, he reached for his phone. “She’s awake.”
“Is she responding appropriately?” Carter asked.
“Um, yeah, very appropriately.”
“Then she’s probably okay. Get her hydrated, make her eat, sober her up as much as you can. Then get her over