Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,8
hospital is silent. Oh, great, and now I’m thinking about how much this ambulance ride and emergency room visit is gonna cost Professor Daughton. I should probably offer to pay for it too, even though my funds are rather limited with my scholarship, and my mom is footing my rent. I guess I may have to tap into the savings account where I put half of my father’s life insurance policy after my mom insisted I take it. Over the years I’ve only touched it once, my freshman year of college when my ancient Nissan gave out and I needed a way to get back and forth to visit my mom in the suburbs where buses don’t go.
When the ambulance comes to a stop, the tech jumps up to open the back; and with a sigh of exasperation, Professor Daughter follows him to the pavement. He then turns around to offer me his hand to help me down.
“Thanks,” I say to him. And as soon as my palm touches his, there’s a zap of awareness that travels up the length of my arm and swirls around inside my chest before settling into my lower belly. Just as quickly, it disappears when my feet hit the ground and Professor Daughton lets me go, making me think I imagined it.
Holy cheese ravioli! What if he’s my soulmate? Could my professor be the one? How the heck am I supposed to know for sure? I need to call Josie, and once again I’m regretting the fact that I don’t have a cell phone. Maybe it’s time I give in to the technology.
“So, Reagan, right? Are you busy later?” the hottie EMT asks, and it takes a few moments of me staring blankly at him before his words sink in. Wait, he’s asking me out? Me? Okay, so maybe he’s the man who will take my virginity, and I didn’t notice because I’m too hung up on crushing after my professor. I’m such an idiot.
Squinting my eyes, I look at the tech again, staring at his closely shaved hair, like a military cut, and down his blue uniform. He’s definitely sexy in the hero to the rescue kind of way, but I’m just not getting any soulmate vibes. I desperately need to talk to Josie to see how she felt when she first met Lawson. Were there butterflies in her tummy? Did she and Lawson attack each other like feral animals? These are things I need to know!
Until she can give me more intel, I don’t want to stupidly walk away from anyone who could potentially be the man of my dreams. Not only would that be disappointing, but Josie would kill me since her continued happiness depends on me finding my own and extending the love potion.
“Ah, I don’t have any plans, but I can’t stay out late since I have an early class tomorrow,” I finally respond while nervously pushing a lock of my long hair behind one ear. Being asked out by a hot guy is totally new to me since I attend a mostly all-girl university and, well, I’m a little…unusual.
“How about I get your number and, if you’re gonna be hanging around with the old man, I can call you when my shift ends?” he suggests with a grin that starts a slow burn in my nether regions. Ooh. There might be a spark there after all.
“Um, well, I don’t have a cell phone,” I tell him. In response, his eyes narrow and his smile slips like he thinks I’m lying because I’m not interested. That’s it! Tomorrow I’m getting a freaking cell phone! “Seriously,” I assure him, opening my frumpy purse and holding it out in front of him to inspect.
“Huh,” the EMT mutters after eyeing the contents of my hobo bag. “What about you, old man? I can reach her through your cell phone, right?” he asks.
“Well…” Professor Daughton starts before lowering his eyes to his brown dress shoes.
“That would be great,” I say, not wanting to pass up the chance to meet up later if this is him, my soulmate who will finally take my virginity and hopefully soon. I mean, I have been waiting a long time. And if we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, then what’s the harm?
Grumbling something under his breath, my professor tugs on the collar of his stained dress shirt before he says, “Sure, what the hell,” and rattles off his phone number. I don’t intentionally try