Page 3 of Healed Heart

I call his cell.It rings a few times and then goes straight to his voicemail.

Weird.After asking me to go to Switzerland with him, I would think he’d pick up pretty quickly to learn my answer.

Maybe he left his phone in his car or something.

I’ll drive over to the university.I have a class in an hour anyway, and I want to tell Jason in person that I’m going to go to Switzerland with him.

I dash back to my house, let Tillie out for a quick potty break, and then get in my car.

Once I’ve parked, I walk up to the building.

I see Jason’s car parked in the fire lane.I recognize it from the day he discovered we were neighbors.

Good.He’s here.

I run to his office, nearly knocking over a few students and professors on the way.

“Excuse me, sorry.”

I turn the corner to the hallway where his office is located.

Jason, my sweet Jason.The man of my dreams.The man I’m in love with.He’s going to be so happy to hear what I have to say.

And I run right into someone.

I fall back on my butt.For a second everything is blurry.

I rub my eyes and look at who I’ve run into.

Oh, no.

Sitting on the floor across from me, rubbing his forehead, is Ralph.A few pieces of paper are scattered around him.

Great.Just great.

He looks at me and scowls.“What the hell, Angie?Would it kill you to look where you’re going?”

I slowly get to my feet.“Sorry.Just excited, I guess.”

He furrows his brow.“Excited about what?”

I cross my arms.“Excited about something that is none of your damn business, Ralph.Just like most things in my personal life.”

His ears perk up at my words.“So you’re admitting it, then, that you’ve been fooling around with Dr.Lansing?”

I scoff.“Christ, Ralph.Do you know any other songs?”

He smirks.“That’s not a denial.”

“I’ve already denied your accusation countless times.I don’t need to do it further.”

“Whatever.”He gathers up the documents he dropped when we ran into each other and stuffs them into his pockets.He glances over his shoulder down the hall.“But you seem in an awful rush to get to his office.”

“As a matter of fact… I have an appointment with him.Office hours.About anatomy lab.”

He curls his lips into a grin.“I think you’re going to have to reschedule.”

I roll my eyes.“Yes, I’m sure you, like everyone else, think that I’m a lost cause because my interest is in psychiatry.But I’m determined to prove you all?—”