Chapter 4

“Anna.”

“No.” I was already untangling myself from him, stepping away from him, the moment lost. My body moaned at the loss of the warmth, and it tingled, wanting to be close to him, but I had to stand firm.

So now, I stood, my arms folded across my chest. “Why, tell me, dear FIANCÉ, why you wouldn’t accompany me to a fitting?” I demanded, making sure to stress his position in my life because, depending on his response, it was shaky.

“Anna.” My fiancé called, standing up to meet me, yet his eyes were focused on my chest, particularly my breasts as they giggled with every movement, and I glowered at him.

“Eyes up here, Mr.” I held his jaw, raising it up to meet my eyes. Davy’s jaw widened in a sheepish smile, and mine had already started mirroring his action when I remembered I was supposed to be angry, and I slapped a frown on my face. “Now why wouldn’t you be able to follow me for dress shopping? You promise me, Davy!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. “We were supposed to do this yesterday, but you missed it, and today is the only day we can. The wedding is just a month away, and we haven’t even gotten anything in place.” I sighed after I finished my ranting, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath, but at least he had the sense not to look.

Instead, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me impossibly close, and my eyes fluttered as I felt his lips on my forehead.

“Anna, there is nothing I would love more than to be with you every step of the way, but you need to understand that there are people that need me.”

I shook my head; none of what he was saying was making sense. “What about me?” I asked, pushing him away to be free from him, but his hold tightened on mine so much that it was even easier passing through the eye of a needle, and I had no choice but to give in. “Don’t you think I need you? I have never had a single day of rest with you without you rushing over to the hospital or your phone ringing for an emergency. We are getting married, Davy. Married! I should be a priority in your life, but it is obvious I am not even in the top ten.”

“Love.” He whined like one in pain, and I pumped my hands in the air—only in my mind though—I needed him to feel my pain. “You are the top priority in my life; I want nothing else than to be with you. I love you, Anna Sinclair, and don’t you ever doubt that, however—"

The annoying ringtone pierced the air, jarring us both, and I have never wished so much to crush the stupid device. It was an old model because Davy didn’t believe a phone should be changed until it is hanging on its last life.

I frowned, my lips pursing in annoyance because I knew what was coming; we both knew what was coming, and I held my breath as I waited for it to unfold.

Davy looked at me, then at his phone on the floor, and I was already nodding because I knew without a shadow of doubt that he would choose his phone over me.

However, he did the most surprising thing, ignoring his phone and choosing to focus on me.

“Davy?” I cooed, my eyes already tearing, but I blinked them back, refusing to cry.

He chose me.

My workaholic doctor fiancé chose me over his work, even though I had no idea why he was stressing himself so much. Davy came from a well-to-do home, with both parents doctors, and even if he decided not to work, we would never go hungry.

“I love you, Hale Davy Walton!” I declared in excitement, wrapping my arms around my shoulders and kissing him silly.

Davy chuckled, all of the vibrations shooting down to my core, and I was ready to go for another round when his phone rang, and the moment dissipated so fast I was sure I had hallucinated it before.

This time we looked at each other, a silent warning in my eyes while Davy’s own were blank, and then we both stared at the phone. ER Jane popped on his phone, and he raised his head to meet me.

“Anna?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Absolutely not. You just promised.”

“It is an emergency.”

“And I promise you if I am not fitted in my dress this afternoon, it will be an emergency!”

“We can do this some other time; I promise I will be available throughout the day.” He pleaded and was already reaching for the phone.

“Davy.” I cried either from the sharp emptiness I felt after he left me or the betrayal that he was choosing Jane over me, and he turned, his eyes still pleading.

My chest tightened as he answered his call, his head bobbing as he ran all the way to his room, and I stayed fuming as he went about his way.

Davy took enough time for my anger to boil and even topple, and when I saw him dressed in fresh clothes, his hair slicked back, and carrying that ridiculous Tom Ford briefcase, I had enough of it.

“If you go, consider this over!”