Brice
I'm looking at the patient records from yesterday when my dad was in the office. Nothing big, but I like to stay up-to-date when I'm not there. As I'm listening to Kayla and her business side, I’m impressed by how good she is at what she does and at gathering attention. I'd be intimidated, for sure, if I worked for her.
Switching from being a daughter to full-on business mode at the beginning of the meeting was sexy as hell. But when I glance over, her eyes are closed. I tap her leg with my foot to get her attention. Her eyes meet mine and thankfully, without me having to interject, she wraps up the meeting.
When she closes the laptop, she rubs her temples."Maybe that’s a little too much."
"Okay, come on." I stand, and not even thinking twice, lift her up into my arms.
"The couch or your bed?" I ask
"Couch."
I go to the living room and lay her down.
"You’re great at what you do. But so am I, and what I’m going to do is make sure you get better. You need to take it easy, okay? I'm propping your foot up on a pillow and then going to get some ice for your ankle.
She might push herself, but when it matters, she listens to what I have to say.
Even though she’ll be here a few more days, the thought of her leaving feels like my heart is being ripped from my chest.