Dangers of Love (The Scottish Billionaires #5) - M. S. Parker Page 0,21

had distracted them to the point of causing an accident. But now, I knew it hadn’t been something completely preventable. Sure, the man might’ve taken better care of himself to ensure he wouldn’t pass out, but this was a far cry from texting while driving or intentionally running a red light.

“Aline, Bruce.”

I turned as Cain approached, and something tight inside me eased. While he didn’t look happy, he didn’t look like someone who had to deliver bad news either.

“I pulled some strings so I can take you back to see him,” Cain said to me before looking at Bruce. “Can you wait for Fever and Dez? Let them know that I’m going to call the client and figure out what our next step is.”

Bruce tapped his fingers to his forehead in a little salute. “Will do, boss.”

I followed Cain past the front desk and into the main ER. We passed three curtained sections before Cain pulled aside one of the curtains and motioned for me to step through.

The first thing I saw was blood, but then our eyes met, and Eoin’s entire face lit up.

“Hey.” He held out his hand, and I took it. He pulled me closer. “I’d kiss you, but I’m a bit of a mess.”

“I don’t care.” My chaotic emotions made my voice uneven, but I didn’t care about that either. I brushed my lips across his, contenting myself with a chaste kiss while we were in public. He was alive and didn’t seem to have any life-threatening issues. I could inspect every inch of him for myself later.

“Mr. McCrae.” It was only then that I realized a doctor was here too, and she appeared to be torn between amusement and annoyance at my presence. “I need to discuss results with you.”

Cain stepped away. “That’s my cue. I need to handle things with our client, and I’ll touch base with you when I have things squared away.”

As Cain left, I turned to follow, but Eoin’s grip on my hand tightened. “Stay.”

“Mr. McCrae.”

“You can talk in front of her,” he said to the doctor.

“All right.” The doctor ignored me and went straight to the facts. “The initial x-rays didn’t show any fractures, but I’m still waiting for the results of the CT scan.”

“If nothing’s broken, I can go, right?” Eoin asked. “I mean, the CT is just an extra precaution.”

“No,” the doctor said, looking annoyed enough that I wondered if Eoin had been giving her a hard time. “It is not just a precaution. You broke a window with your head, and while I don’t doubt you have a very hard head, bone versus glass isn’t a competition you want to risk losing.”

“You did what with your head?” It was my turn to hold his hand tighter.

He shrugged. “I’ll have a headache and probably a bruise, but it’s far from the worst thing that’s happened to me.”

I studied him for a moment. “This can go one of two ways. You can stay and wait for the results, or I can call someone in your family and have them tell you to not be an idiot. I have plenty of people to choose from.”

He scowled, but there wasn’t any real animosity in his expression. “All right. I’ll stay, but if the CT’s clear, I want to leave.”

“Fine.” With that, the doctor left the two of us alone, the expression on her face clearly saying that she was glad he would be my problem soon.

“I have to ask,” Eoin said, “how did you know I was here? I’m glad you are, don’t get me wrong, but I was surprised to see you come in with Cain. Did he call you?”

“I called him,” I explained. “Just logical.”

“Why was it logical?” A strange expression crossed his face.

“Well, you’d said you would be gone on a job for a while, and I heard male voices in the background during our call, so I figured you were together.”

Now he just looked confused, and a warning bell went off in my head. Something was off.

“Eoin, you texted me about having a job. We were talking on the phone.”

“I did? We were?”

I could barely ask the question. “Are-are you…are you having memory issues?”

He sighed. “I don’t remember the accident…or some before that.”

My stomach twisted. “How much is missing?”

“The last thing I remember is talking to you last night.”

Which meant he didn’t remember me calling to tell him I was probably pregnant.

Shit.

Thirteen

Eoin

“The last thing I remember is talking to you last night.” I shook my head. “It’s