Surprisingly, I was only 20 minutes late for work. I quickly found a parking spot and raced into the hospital. Just as I was about to step in to the elevator my cell phone rang. I answered.
“Sorry I missed your call,” Jasper said, “I was at the liquor store.” He’d been where I desperately wanted to be. “I saw you called,” he continued, “What’s up.”
“Nothing,” I replied, covering. “Just a little car accident.”
“What?!?!” he exclaimed. I could hear a glass crashing in the background.
“It’s no big deal,” I assured him. “It was just a little fender bender. No real damage was done.”
Jasper got quiet. “Hello?” I asked. Still nothing. After a moment I could hear the sound of ice in a cocktail shaker.
“Sorry,” Jasper finally replied, “refill time.” Jasper took a moment to sip his freshly made martini then continued. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Do what?” I asked. I tried to play innocent but knew exactly what he was driving at.
“You’re self-destructing.
“Nonsense.” I was covering and he knew it.
“Avery, you crashed your car. Have you seen a therapist?”
“Yes.” I replied sheepishly.
“Oh my goodness. You’ve got a crush on him!”
“Do not!” I protested. I was lying through my teeth. This is the problem with friends you’ve had since childhood. They know all too well how to read between the lines. This can be both a blessing and a curse. In this instance, however, it was a blessing.
“Well, I’m putting an end to this,” Jasper continued.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m coming to Chicago. I arrive on Friday.”
With that, Jasper excused himself to tend to arriving guests. I hung up the phone and got on the elevator. At that moment, I knew that things were going to be looking up.
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