18. Travis

travis

. . .

A s much as I’d love to see Cass, she’s likely busy with patients and I respect the work she does. I’m about to send a quick text, when I find a few missed ones from her.

Cass

Leg fracture?

I heard someone came in from the fire. Is it you? Are you okay?

I can only hope she figured out it wasn’t me. In case she hasn’t, I text back.

No, I’m okay.

As I’m about to continue typing, I hear her voice carrying, “You fucked another woman while we were exclusive. We’re not together anymore, so I don’t need an apology, she does.”

After a quick glance around, I find Cass on a bench with…

Asshole.

He’s not though. Zack’s a good man, and I shouldn’t call him that, even if it’s only in my head. Except, she just claimed he cheated on her. I’m not above eavesdropping and listen in to the rest of the conversation.

From what I’ve gathered, he got someone pregnant while with Cass. How the hell do you cheat on someone like her? She’s someone who would give her last breath, if it meant you had one more. It doesn’t make sense. Maybe they weren’t exclusive when he hooked up with the other woman, but it doesn’t excuse any of it. Hell, I don’t remember the last time I had sex—it was well over a year ago—and I’d never dream of cheating on her. Cass is endgame, the finish line, the one I’m supposed to spend forever with.

She keeps her head down as she rushes inside, not noticing me off to the side. I don’t chase after her, even if my instinct is to wrap that beautiful blonde goddess in my arms. Whatever went on between her and Zack needs to simmer.

She’ll be off in the morning, and I’ll be waiting for her.