Banking Her (A Billionaire Bad Boys Novella)(7)
“You’re going to call Mitchell?” I asked, curious what exactly he was going to tell him.
He nodded. “I’ll let him know we’ve decided that he won’t be ready to play in Minnesota, but if he follows your orders and physical therapy schedule, he should be good to go by Phoenix.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “We’ve decided?”
“Yes,” he agreed. “We’ve decided.”
My brow furrowed in exasperation. Partly because of our ongoing battle, and partly because I couldn’t read him like I so desperately wanted.
Obviously, he knew my decision was the right decision, but why in the hell did he always have to find an argument with everything?
Before I could respond, my office phone started ringing again. Those impatient bitches had obviously hung up and called back on a different line.
“I think you better get that.” He chuckled lightly and headed for the door, but he turned back to look me in the eye before he left. “Have a good night, Winnie.” He sounded surprisingly sincere.
“You too.”
With one last nod, Wes was gone, and Georgia’s rambling filled my ear again. “Don’t ever put me on hold again, Winnie Winslow. Not when we’ve got an emergency. And anyway, why was Wes in your office so late?”
I plopped down in the leather chair behind my desk and slipped off my heels, resting my tired feet on top of my desk. “I was showing him Mitchell’s MRI results, Miss Nosy.
“Were you also showing him your puss-ay?” Cassie asked.
“Of course. Who do you think handed him the MRI report?”
Cassie laughed. “You have a flair for bedside manner, Dr. Winslow.”
“Are you leaving the office now?” Georgia asked.
“Probably in about five minutes. Why?”
“You need to stop by Cassie’s apartment on your way home.”
Cassie groaned.
“Why?”
“Do you have latex gloves and some lube handy?”
“What?”
“She needs her cervix checked. She’s been crampy, and I think she might be going into labor soon.”
“I’m three months pregnant, Wheorgie. And I’m pretty sure it’s the chili-loaded nachos I had for dinner that are making me cramp.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Fine,” Cassie retorted. “I’ll have Thatch’s cock check my cervix before I call it a night.”
“Count me in, honey!” Thatch’s voice boomed in the background.
“See? Problem solved, G.”
“No! No! Problem not solved! That could make it worse. Sperm can induce labor!”
“I really wish you’d stop reading pregnancy books.”
“Georgia,” I chimed in. “Cassie isn’t going into labor, and even if she were, there is no way in hell I’m going to check her cervix.”
“But you’re a doctor, Win!”
“Yeah, but I’m not an obstetrician, sweetheart. Unless she thinks she sprained her vagina, I’m zero help in the pregnancy department.”
“I’m coming to get you, Cass. We need to go to the emergency room.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Would you just take a breath? You sound crazier than me, and I’m pregnant and my baseline level of crazy is higher than most.”
“Are you bleeding, Cassie?” I asked, trying to steer this conversation into less outrageous waters.
“Nope.”
“Leaking fluid?”
“Nope.”
“Do you still have cramps?”
“Nope.”
“See, Georgia? Cass is fine. Her baby is fine. Everything is fine. You have nothing to worry about.”
I really hated to admit when Wes was right about anything, but he had hit the nail on the head with the whole “this is going to be a long seven months” sentiment.
“Okay. Okay,” Georgia finally voiced. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you or my godson, Cass. I worry, okay? And you’re just traveling so much. It’s freaking me out a little.”
“Godson?” I asked.
“She’s convinced I’m having a boy,” Cass explained. “And let’s get back to the whole Wes being in your office after hours thing. Now that is something I want to hear more about.”
I groaned. “It wasn’t like that. Just because your vagina’s need to bone all day, every day, is strong enough it could serve as a backup generator for the entire city, doesn’t mean we’re all sex-crazed.”
“But I didn’t say anything about sex,” Cassie teased. “I think the real question here is why are you thinking about sex?”
“I’m hanging up now.”