Fisher got lost. I got lost. And nobody could help me find my way. It was something I had to do myself. In my own way. In my own time.
I couldn’t ask for more from Fisher than I was willing to give myself. If that meant he had to risk losing me to find himself, then I would accept that.
“I love you today,” he said.
That was his reply. The perfect reply.
I nodded toward him. “Thought you were going to shower.”
“After I drive you home.”
I grinned, taking two steps to him then taking his hand and pulling him toward the front door. “You’re one, Fisher.”
“One in what?”
I opened the door, and he closed it behind us.
“Not in anything. Not one in eighty thousand. Not one in a billion times infinity. You’re just one. The one.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Where have you been? I messaged you and tried calling you,” Rory asked before I got both feet in the house.
I missed that message, which wasn’t good since I was on call. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I checked for messages or missed calls other than Rory’s.
She glanced over my shoulder as I started to shut the door while slipping my phone back into my pocket. “You were with Fisher?”
“Um …” I locked the door. “Yeah. I was looking for you and Rose when I got home because I’ve had the Best. Day. Ever! And I was dying to share it. So I ran to Fisher’s house on pure adrenaline, thinking you might be there. But you weren’t. He was. So I told him all about my day. And he gave me a ride home.” I toed off my shoes.
“It’s eleven, sweetie. What time did you get home? And why didn’t you just call me? Rose and I went out with friends. I didn’t know when you were going to be home.”
“It’s fine.” I headed into the kitchen for a glass of water, feeling a little parched after my unexpected workout with Fisher. “Hey, Rose.” I smiled as she sat in her robe at the kitchen table with her laptop in front of her.
“What time did you go to Fisher’s?” Rose asked, looking at me over her reading glasses. They made her look sixty instead of forty-eight. And I loved the way they made sure I knew the time, like I was fifteen and past curfew.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes just before gulping down the water.
“What’s your great story? It must be a long one since you’re just now getting back from Fisher’s.” Rory seemed concerned about the length of time I spent at Fisher’s too.
“Well, it’s late. So you’re just getting the abbreviated version of the story because I’m tired.” And I didn’t want to play Twenty Questions about my time at Fisher’s house.
“Holly delivered a baby, an en caul baby. That means the baby was born in an intact amniotic sac. It’s a one in eighty thousand occurrence. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen. I mean … the baby was basically still in the womb, calm and content. And we just watched it, in total awe for close to five minutes.”
“That’s incredible.” Rory shook her head. “I didn’t know that was even possible.”
I yawned. It had been a long time since I’d slept. “Rare, but possible. And that’s my news. Sorry, I acted way more excited about it earlier, but now I’m dead tired.”
“So you just told Fisher and then he brought you home?” Rose … she was such a little devil.
“No. We talked about some other things. He’s seeing a therapist, but don’t say anything in case I’m not supposed to share that information. He saw Brendon the other day, so he mentioned that because Brendon recognized him. Then we talked about other random stuff, and I trimmed his beard.”