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room. The only words I can make out are “Kat,” “Wreck,” and “Lake Shore.”
    “That accident is all over the news. Where are you now? Are
you still in your car?”
    Now I’m getting ready to tell her the good part. “I was rescued
by a tall, sweet and handsome stranger. His name is Drew. He’s with me here at
Northwestern’s ER. There was a little bump on the side of head.”
    “How bad is your head?” she asks me. I can hear her
repeating everything I say to my father.
    “Mom, why don’t you just have Dad pick up the other house
phone?” I hear a little click.
    “Kat, are you okay?” My dear father is worried too.
    “Dad, I’m fine,” I reply.
    “She has some man there helping her.” The way Mom says this
leads me to believe that she’s not buying the knight in shining armor story.
    “He was in the car behind me, Mother. After seeing me hit
the bus, he had me sit in his car.”
    “Oh, I see.” She’s softening up. I hear footsteps
approaching and see a man in a white coat moving the curtain.
    “Mom, the doctor is here. I need to go. I’ll call later.
Love you.”
    “Love you too, Kat.” Both my parent’s speak in unison. I
glance over at Drew and he’s smiling and laughing. Great, just great.
    The doctor walks toward me with my chart in his hands. “Good
evening, Ms. Williams. I’m Doctor Leonard.”
    “Hi,” I reply and see Drew moving toward the doctor.
    “I’m Drew Michaels.” I watch the two men shake hands. It
looks like Drew is here to stay. Yay, me.
    “Evening,” responds the doctor. “So you have a head injury
from a car accident this evening. Show me where you hit your head.”
    I point to the side of my head and pull my hair away from my
bump. The doctor gently rubs his fingers over my skin and starts running
through some neurological tests. He says this will determine whether I need to
go get X-rays or an MRI.
    Dr. Leonard seems pleased with my answers and results and
decides that I don’t need any further treatment or tests. To say I’m relieved
is an understatement. Next, he’s facing Drew and I’m getting a little nervous
now.
    “I don’t believe she has a concussion, but you need to wake
her up every two to three hours tonight. Ask her a few questions each time you
do. Like, what her name is, who the President is? Just a precaution.”
    Drew’s grinning from ear to ear and I’m doing the same. This
doctor has no idea who we are but he obviously believes that we’re a couple. I
can’t wait to see how Drew handles this one. I decide to leave my mouth shut
and enjoy the show.
    “Well, I’m pretty sure I can handle that.” Drew’s answer
makes me laugh.
    “Good. Here’s a sheet detailing what I’d like to have you do
tonight. I know it’s New Year’s Eve, but no hanky panky tonight.” I burst out laughing now. Hanky panky? Did he really just say that?
    Now the doctor’s looking in my direction and I stifle my
giggles, though it’s hard. “That’s disappointing. I’m rather fond of hanky
panky.”
    The doctor appears shocked and Drew silently laughs. Good to
see that my verbal gaffes still amuse him.
    “Well, happy New Year, you two.” The doctor continues, once
again looking toward Drew, “Keep an eye on this one.”
    I swear I see the doctor winking and Drew responds to him with
a knowing look. Some kind of unspoken guy communication has just taken place
and I think it’s also pretty darn cool because I’m the center of it.
    “Will do. Thanks, Doc.” Drew shakes the doctor’s hand one
more time and then the doctor leaves us.
    “Well that last little bit about waking me up every two
hours was… interesting,” I say. Drew has this sexy, amused look in his eyes.
Hmmmm.
    “Yes,
very
interesting.” He pauses. “So, your place
or mine?”
     
     
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    Liv Morris lives in Manhattan with
her husband. Her three grown daughters are scattered across the United States.
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