That’s better,” he whispers and kisses my temple.
“He’s marrying my best friend.”
“Then I’d better shut my mouth,” he says.
I feel more relaxed after our bath. Wrapped in my soft Heathman robe, I gaze
at the various bags on the bed. Jeez, this must be more than nightwear.
Tentatively, I peek into one. A pair of jeans and a pale blue hooded
sweatshirt, my size. Holy cow . . . Taylor’s bought a whole weekend’s worth of
clothes, and he knows what I like. I smile, remembering this is not the first
time he’s shopped for clothes for me when I was at the Heathman.
“Apart from harassing me at Claytons, ha一ve you ever actually gone into a
store and just bought stuff?”
“Harassing you?”
“Yes. Harassing me.”
“You were flustered, if I recall. And that young boy was all over you. What was
his name?”
“Paul.”
“One of your many admirers.”
I roll my eyes at him, and he smiles a relieved, genuine smile and kisses me.
“There’s my girl,” he whispers. “Get dressed. I don’t want you getting cold
again.”
“Ready,” I murmur. Christian is working on the Mac in the study area of the
suite. He’s dressed in black jeans and a gray cable-knit sweater, and I’m
wearing the jeans, the hoodie, and a white T-shirt.
“You look so young,” Christian says softly, glancing up, his eyes glowing.
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voice is wistful. I give him a crooked smile.
“I don’t feel much like celebrating. Can we go see Ray now?”
“Sure. I wish you’d eat something. You barely touched your lunch.”
“Christian, please. I’m just not hungry. Maybe after we’ve seen Ray. I want to
wish him goodnight.”
As we arrive at the ICU, we meet José lea一ving. He’s alone.
“Ana, Christian, hi.”
“Where’s your dad?”
“He was too tired to come back. He was in a car accident this morning,”
José grins ruefully. “And his painkillers ha一ve kicked in. He was out for the
count. I had to fight to get in to see Ray since I’m not next of kin.”
“And?” I ask anxiously.
“He’s good, Ana
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