Page 15 of Fall For Me
A moment later, she’s on the floor beside me. Cool fingers touch my forehead. “Oh my gosh, you’re burning up. You need a doctor.”
The words jolt me out of my stupor. My eyes fly open. Doctor. Hospital. Medical records. Questions about how I got injured, why I didn’t seek treatment, why I was at a gala instead of an emergency room.
My father finding out I crashed my motorcycle. Again.
“No. No doctor.” I fumble for my phone, shove it into her hands. “Call Lila.”
“Who’s Lila?” she asks, her voice tight with panic. “You need an ambulance.”
With the last of my strength, I grip her wrist. Her skin is soft. “No hospitals,” I plead. The words are a ragged whisper. “Just… tell Lila I need her. She’ll know what to do.”
“Lila who?”
“Callaway, she’s in my contacts as Cally.”
“And who are you?” The bride huffs, a sound of pure frustration. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Liam.” My grip slackens. The edges of the room are going dark. “What’s yours?”
She hesitates for a beat. “Peyton.”
“Peyton,” I repeat, testing the syllables. They feel right in my mouth. “I like it.”
The last thing I hear is her voice, annoyed and worried in equal measure, muttering about stubborn idiots who refuse medical attention.
Then I plunge into darkness.
7
PEYTON
He’s out cold on my floor.
Liam.
Of course he has a sexy name to go with the sexy, limp body.
I stare at the phone in my hand, reeling from the absurdity of the situation. A stranger who’s done nothing but yell at me came to my room to pass out. And he’s handed me his most private possession, asking me to, what, save his life?
I should call 911.
But he begged me not to. And for whatever reason, I don’t want to break his trust.
I hold the phone over his clammy, fever-flushed but still very handsome face to unlock it. The screen glows against his sharp jawline.
Two in the morning. Who even calls anyone at this hour?
Well, Lila, I’m sorry, whoever you are. This is on him, not me.
I search his contacts until I find a Cally. She’s a striking redhead with aquamarine eyes and a dimpled smile in her profile picture. For inexplicable reasons, I’d hoped she’d be ugly and somehow knew she wouldn’t be.
Liam emits a death rattle from somewhere deep in his chest, snapping me out of whatever petty jealousy I’m nursing over a woman I’ve never met. I press call.
The line rings and rings, but she doesn’t pick up.
Okay, I’ll give this another try. If Lila doesn’t answer, I’ll call an ambulance. Before I dial her back, the phone rings in my hands, startling me. I firm my grip on it and tap the green button.
“Rocky, what the fuck time is it?” The question comes out groggy with sleep.
