Page 205 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander

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I walk toward the bag and unzip it.

Everything is perfectly organized.

Bandages.

Medication.

Blood pressure cuff.

Every single thing in its proper place.

And I know that’s because of Mary.

I zip the bag shut abruptly and turn away.

I don’t want to think about it.

I don’t want to picture Mary standing in this empty room, touching my medical equipment with her capable hands, wondering if maybe things could’ve ended differently.

No.

I did the right thing.

She deserves better than some haunted doctor who destroys everything he touches.

A knock pounds against the door.

“Finn! Open up! It’s urgent!” Nate shouts from outside.

I yank the door open.

My cousin stands there looking worried.

Almost panicked.

“There’s a seriously sick patient who needs your help,” he says immediately. “Right now.”

My doctor instincts snap awake instantly, shoving everything else aside.

“Where?”

“Not far. Come on, I’ll drive.”

My eyes flick toward the table where my medical bag sits, newly returned.

“One second. Let me grab my stuff.”

I pick up the bag and my jacket.

I should thank Mary…

Stop thinking about her. You have a patient to help.

I follow Nate to his truck.

He pulls away before I’ve even buckled my seatbelt.

“What are the symptoms?” I ask immediately.

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