Page 27 of Mercy
We walk to Ivy’s room, and as we approach, Liam comes out of her room and stops in his tracks glaring at me, his jaw clenched, nostrils flared. I swallow hard and attempt to pretend he’s not there.
“Thank you, Dr. Jacobs,” I say with a forced smile.
“Maybe, I’ll see you tonight, Mercy.”
I nod, clearly, I shouldn’t have told him where I was going. I can't deal with Liam Lexington's many moods right now. He's frozen, like a wall of stone, and I walk around him and go into Ivy's room. I don’t know what his issue is but right now I need to focus on her.
“MERCY!”
I can’t help but laugh, as I walk to the head of her bed, this little girl is so special. There’s nothing quite like someone always being happy to see you.
“Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“I’m weak, I’m not allowed to leave my room. So, we can’t paint,” she says with a frown.
“Well, what if we color instead of paint? We can do that here.”
She taps her finger on her lip. “If you take me, I won’t tell Dr. L.”
I shake my head, “Oh no missy. Doctors orders are doctors orders. Besides, it would break my heart if you got hurt. Should I get the supplies?”
“I guess,” she sighs.
This tiny little girl has such a fierce personality. It’s going to take her far in life.
“I’ll be back.”
Walking to the playroom to get the art supplies, I can’t stifle the grin on my face. I adore this tiny human with everything I have. I can’t wait until she’s cancer free. When she rings that bell, I plan on being here.
Reaching up on the top shelf, I grab the crayons and paper.
“What do you think you’re doing, baby girl?”
I gasp, “Liam.” Spinning around, he’s close enough I can feel his breath on my face. I focus my gaze to the floor. If I look at him, I’m done for.
“I… I’m getting art supplies for Ivy,” I stammer.
“You will look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
Casting my eyes up to his, instantly, I’m weak in the knees. I’m supposed to be angry, damn it. One look into his eyes and my body threatens to melt into a puddle at his feet.
“What do you want, Liam?” I try to sound stronger than I am.
He arches an eyebrow, “What are you doing with Jacobs?”
God, he smells so good. I miss the taste of his tongue on my lips. Who am I kidding? I miss everything about this man.No Mercy. Stop. Don’t think about him like that.“Nothing,” I respond flatly.
“I don’t like seeing you with him.”
Something in me snaps, I see red, placing my hand on his chest I push him back. “You haven’t spoken to me in three fucking months. I’m not even worthy enough to get a simple reply to a text message. So, you know what Liam, I don’t honestly care what you like and what you don’t. I will see and fuck whoever I want, it does not affect you in the least.”
“I miss you,” he whispers.
“No. You don’t get to do this to me. It was just sex, you made that abundantly clear. It was easy for you to walk away. I gave you all of me, I let you do things to me that I’d never let any other man do and you didn’t want me. You don’t get to come back three months later claiming that you miss me. No. It’s done, Liam. Whatever we were, it’s over. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re interrupting my time with a patient.”
“It wasn’t just sex.”
I stop momentarily in the doorway without turning back to him. Why does he say everything I’ve wanted to hear now? It’s too late. Shaking my head I respond, “It doesn’t matter what it was, Liam. It’s over.”
