7
Willa
I’d spent the past few days in a bubble with Kurt taking such good care of me. But now that I had recovered from my concussion—and lost my virginity, but that was something I planned to keep to myself—it was time to call my parents. Kurt had replaced my phone so I could send a text to my dad, which I’d done two days ago. I could get away with sending another message today since my dad wasn’t expecting me to call until Sunday, but he was already going to be angry that I’d waited this long to tell him about the mugging. I didn’t want to make it any worse. Hopefully, knowing that I was back to one-hundred-percent health-wise—with a doctor to vouch for my well-being—would soften the blow.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Kurt flung his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. “Your dad will understand.”
I snorted. “That’s what you think.”
“That’s what I know,” he corrected, tapping his finger against my phone’s blackened screen. “He’s going to be too damn glad that you weren’t seriously hurt to be pissed at you.”
“I hope you’re right.” I heaved a deep sigh and picked up my phone. Pulling up his contact information, I pressed the option to video call him because I knew he would need to see me for himself. I aimed the camera so I was the only one who showed on the screen, but just as my dad picked up and I said, “Hey, Daddy,” Kurt moved my hand back so he was visible, too.
“Morning, Willa.” After flashing me a quick smile, my dad’s gaze shifted to Kurt. He shocked the crap out of me when he greeted, “Patch.”
“You know who he is on sight?”
“Course I do.” He quirked a brow. “Got a report on the Silver Saints before you responded to your acceptance letter from the college. The club has a good reputation, but I needed to know more about them since you would be living in their town. What I don’t know is what you’re doing with him. Did you have to go to his club for help?”
“Not exactly.” Although my headache was gone, I rubbed the spot that had hit the pavement. “I met Kurt in the emergency room. He’s a doctor at the hospital.”
My dad leaned closer to the screen. “You were fine when you left home only six days ago. What’d you need a neurosurgeon for?”
A lump formed in my throat, and I couldn’t seem to get the words out. Kurt stepped in for me and explained, “I was doing a consult for another patient when she came in with a mild concussion after a mugging.”
“You were mugged?” my dad roared, a vein throbbing in his temple.
My voice was the barest whisper as I confirmed, “Yeah.”
“Doesn’t look like you’re still at the hospital.” His focus shifted to Kurt. “Did you bring her to your compound because the concussion is worse than she’s letting on? Or is there more to this mugging that I need to know about?”
Kurt ignored the first question for now. “On the surface, the mugging doesn’t look suspicious, but I have someone looking into it.”
His answer surprised me. “You do?”
“He damn well better,” my dad growled.
“Of course, I do.” Kurt’s hand squeezed my thigh. “Not gonna risk the chance that this wasn’t just a case of Willa being in the wrong place at the wrong time. If there’s a bigger picture here, Hack will figure that shit out.”
Some of the fire left my dad’s eyes at Kurt’s explanation. “And the concussion?”
“The headache resolved after twenty-four hours, but I had her take it easy for almost seventy-two to be on the safe side.”
“Seventy-two hours?” my dad echoed softly, his brows drawing together. “When the fuck did she get mugged? And why the hell am I only hearing about it now?”
Thinking about how Kurt and I had spent all of yesterday in bed together—and how many times he’d gone down on me to help my pussy feel better—my cheeks filled with heat. “I-uh-I…”
Kurt took the phone from me and aimed the camera at his face. “You wanna be pissed about it, be pissed at me. That was my call. Willa needed to stay calm. I didn’t want her thinking about the mugging or worrying about your reaction to the news.”
“You’re her doctor, but I’m her father. Something happens with my girl, I’m the first person who hears about it. Understood?” my dad growled.
“I get what you’re saying, and if anything goes down in the future, I’ll give you a heads-up as soon as I’m able,” Kurt promised. “But from now on, I’m the first person who hears about anything that happens with Willa. You might be her father, but I’m her man.”
I had planned on baby-stepping my dad into the idea of Kurt and me being a couple, but he’d just tossed that information out there as though it was no big deal. If I hadn’t just recovered from a concussion, I would’ve banged my head against the table.