“Not really. I was hoping the doctor called. It’s Monday, isn’t it?”
I’d been doing a good job of not thinking about the call that should have been coming in at any moment. Sometimes the Treasure Trove did me well and I was so busy that I couldn’t think of anything else. Today was one of those days.But the second Dean said something, it all came rushing back.
“No, I haven’t heard from them, but I should call them.” I went behind the counter to grab my phone.
“Okay,” Dean said. “Mind if I stay in case it’s bad news?”
“Yes, of course you can stay.” I would prefer not to be alone, even if I didn’t tell him that. I hated dealing with big things on my own, which was ironic since that’s all I’d been doing since Mom died. Sure, I had Brooke, but she wasn’t here often. Having Dean here helped.
When I called, the same receptionist answered in a bored tone.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t panicking. “I came in for a three-hour glucose test on Friday, and I haven’t heard anything back. Are my test results in?”
“I’ll look them up. What’s your name?”
I gave her all of my information and waited anxiously as she pulled up my file.
“Looks like everything is good.”
“Everything’s good,” I repeated. “Does that mean I passed the second test?”
“Yep.” That was all she said.
“I had no idea. I was really worried about it.”
“We don’t call if the results are normal. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No. Thanks.” I blew out a breath when she hung up. All that panic and worry and they didn’t even call me.
“Was that good news?” he asked.
“Yes. I just had to call and find out.” I muttered it, my chest tightening. I was annoyed, a feeling I didn’t deal with all that often. “I’m relieved, of course. Just ... I thought they’d call. Especially because I failed the first one.”
“They deal with this every day, I’m guessing. It must be easy to forget that, to you, this is all new.”
“It’s fine.” I pushed away the annoyance. Dean raised an eyebrow. “No, it really is.”
“You can be annoyed about it.”
“I can also be happy that it was normal.”
“Two things can be true at once, Grace.”
I let out a sigh and nodded. “You’re right, but the last thing I need with all these hormones running through me is to be mad. I don’t feel as stable these days.”
“I’ll make sure to remember that when I’m planning on pissing you off,” he said with a laugh, but it was broken off by a yawn.
“Tired?”
“I was worried about the test,” he admitted softly. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Statements like that showed me how much he cared. I’d been so worried about how he would react, but he surprised me at every corner.
“Get some rest at your hotel,” I said. “I’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna do that. This was too much fun in one day. I’ll see you later.” He gave me a tired grin that I forced myself to return.
At least one of us had fun.