Lost Me Gained Regret

The arrow hit the bullseye, though it wasn't exactly planned that way.

By the time the meeting wrapped up at the office, dusk was already creeping in. I had hitched a ride with Christine earlier in the day.

I was just about to call an Uber back to the hospital.

Christine offered to drop me off, and I shot her a sidelong glance, teasing, "I saw you texting Dailey during the meeting. Don't let me hold you back from... whatever's brewing there."

Christine's laughter was bright and beautiful. "Oh, what now? You've become a screen peeker?"

"Just happened to catch a glimpse."

I chuckled awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

During the meeting, she was seated diagonally to my left, leaning over the table to text. It was impossible not to see.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Gregory.

"All done with the meeting?"

His voice, relaxed and casual, flowed from the other end of the line, making me smile.

"Yeah, just finished. I'm heading back to the hospital to check on Ramona, then home."

up my constant vigil at the hospital, she'd start suspecting she had some incurable disease. She had already asked me a few times if

said, "Then come on down.

"You're here?"

Ms. Webster from work

"I'll be right there."

Turning to Christine, I saw her gesturing hurriedly, "Go on, go on. Look at you, all lovesick

it in our faces every day, it's

"You..."

touched my nose, "You go

my office and made a beeline for the

still held

lazily leaning against his car, tall

hands, bones well-defined, were fiddling with his phone, his casually drooping eyelids giving off a cool detachment. He

utterly carefree about the

but before I could say a word, he suddenly stretched out an arm without

preemptive move startled me instead, "You didn't even look. Weren't you afraid of grabbing the

"Not afraid."

small of my

countered, "Isn't

argument, pinching my cheek and looking

warmed, and I wriggled free to slip into the