I set my purse down on the couch. “It’s fine. I can stay with him if he’s okay with it.”
“I’m perfectly okay with that,” Luke says from his bed. I glance in his direction and he’s smiling at me lazily.
Ryan laughs and says, “I’ll stop by in the morning after my meeting with Young.”
Luke nods and then motions for me. “Come here.”
I walk toward him as Ryan leaves the room. Just like every other time I visit him, he scoots over and makes room for me to lay with him.
I wrap my leg over his and my arm over his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.
“How’s your brother?” he asks.
“Good,” I say. “Really good. You’ll have to go with me soon if you’re up for it. He kept looking up at the door like you were going to show up, so I know he was disappointed that you weren’t with me.”
I feel the light laughter in Luke’s chest. “I tried to sneak out and go with you today, but someone is being overprotective.”
I shake my head. “You got shot in the chest, Luke. You almost died. I’m not taking any chances.” I lift my head from his shoulder and rest my head on my hand. “Speaking of taking chances, what exactly did the doctor say about your release tomorrow? Bed rest? No strenuous activity?”
He runs a hand through my hair and smiles at me. “What if I told you he said plenty of bed rest and strenuous activity?”
“I’d call you a liar.”
He makes a face. “Four to six weeks,” he says. “Doctor says my heart needs to take it easy. Do you know how difficult that’s gonna be with you taking care of me?”
I run my fingers over his chest, feeling the bandages beneath his hospital gown. “Four to six weeks is nothing when we have forever.”
He laughs a little. “Easy for you to say. Guys think about sex every seven seconds.”
“That’s a myth,” I tell him. “I learned in biological science that it’s actually only 34 times a day.”
Luke stares at me for a few quiet seconds and then says, “That’s still almost 1,000 times in the next four weeks I’ll have to refrain myself.”
I shake my head with a smile. “I’ll try to make it easy on you, then. I won’t shower or brush my hair or put on makeup for the next month.”
“That won’t help,” he says. “Might even make it worse.”
I lower my head and press my lips to his neck. “If it’s too hard on you, we can hire a male nurse to take care of you instead of me,” I tease.
Luke tightens his arm around me and yawns. “No one is taking care of me but you,” he whispers.
I can hear the pain meds kicking in by the sound of his voice, so I don’t respond to him. We lay there for a while, until I’m almost certain he’s asleep. But then he says, “Sloan? Where are you staying?”
I was waiting for this question. He’s been here in the hospital for two weeks now and every time he starts to bring up my living situation, I tell him we’ll talk about it later.
I have a feeling he’s not going to let me redirect the conversation this time.
“In a hotel.”
He instantly stiffens, reaching to my chin to lift my face to his. “Are you kidding me?”
I shrug. “It’s fine, Luke. I’ll find an apartment soon.”
“Which hotel?”
“The one on Stratton.”
His jaw hardens. “You’re checking out today. You shouldn’t be there alone, it’s not a safe neighborhood.” He tries to adjust himself to where he’s sitting up, lifting the head of the bed several inches. “Why have you not told me this?”
I flick my hand at him. “You almost died, Luke. The last thing you need right now is to stress over my situation more than you already have.”
He drops his head back to his pillow, raking his hands over his face. He locks eyes with me. “You’ll stay with me. I need the help, anyway. There’s no point in you paying for a hotel.”
“I’m not moving in with you. I’ll come take care of you for however long you need me to, but we barely know each other. That’s too much, too soon.”
He lowers his chin and stares at me, hard. “You’re staying with me, Sloan. I’m not asking you to make it permanent. But until I’m recovered and you have your own apartment, you aren’t going back to that hotel.”
It really is a scary hotel, but it’s all I could afford. After Asa was arrested, I grabbed my hidden stash and a few items of clothing and haven’t stepped foot back inside that house.
“I’m perfectly okay with that,” Luke says from his bed. I glance in his direction and he’s smiling at me lazily.
Ryan laughs and says, “I’ll stop by in the morning after my meeting with Young.”
Luke nods and then motions for me. “Come here.”
I walk toward him as Ryan leaves the room. Just like every other time I visit him, he scoots over and makes room for me to lay with him.
I wrap my leg over his and my arm over his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.
“How’s your brother?” he asks.
“Good,” I say. “Really good. You’ll have to go with me soon if you’re up for it. He kept looking up at the door like you were going to show up, so I know he was disappointed that you weren’t with me.”
I feel the light laughter in Luke’s chest. “I tried to sneak out and go with you today, but someone is being overprotective.”
I shake my head. “You got shot in the chest, Luke. You almost died. I’m not taking any chances.” I lift my head from his shoulder and rest my head on my hand. “Speaking of taking chances, what exactly did the doctor say about your release tomorrow? Bed rest? No strenuous activity?”
He runs a hand through my hair and smiles at me. “What if I told you he said plenty of bed rest and strenuous activity?”
“I’d call you a liar.”
He makes a face. “Four to six weeks,” he says. “Doctor says my heart needs to take it easy. Do you know how difficult that’s gonna be with you taking care of me?”
I run my fingers over his chest, feeling the bandages beneath his hospital gown. “Four to six weeks is nothing when we have forever.”
He laughs a little. “Easy for you to say. Guys think about sex every seven seconds.”
“That’s a myth,” I tell him. “I learned in biological science that it’s actually only 34 times a day.”
Luke stares at me for a few quiet seconds and then says, “That’s still almost 1,000 times in the next four weeks I’ll have to refrain myself.”
I shake my head with a smile. “I’ll try to make it easy on you, then. I won’t shower or brush my hair or put on makeup for the next month.”
“That won’t help,” he says. “Might even make it worse.”
I lower my head and press my lips to his neck. “If it’s too hard on you, we can hire a male nurse to take care of you instead of me,” I tease.
Luke tightens his arm around me and yawns. “No one is taking care of me but you,” he whispers.
I can hear the pain meds kicking in by the sound of his voice, so I don’t respond to him. We lay there for a while, until I’m almost certain he’s asleep. But then he says, “Sloan? Where are you staying?”
I was waiting for this question. He’s been here in the hospital for two weeks now and every time he starts to bring up my living situation, I tell him we’ll talk about it later.
I have a feeling he’s not going to let me redirect the conversation this time.
“In a hotel.”
He instantly stiffens, reaching to my chin to lift my face to his. “Are you kidding me?”
I shrug. “It’s fine, Luke. I’ll find an apartment soon.”
“Which hotel?”
“The one on Stratton.”
His jaw hardens. “You’re checking out today. You shouldn’t be there alone, it’s not a safe neighborhood.” He tries to adjust himself to where he’s sitting up, lifting the head of the bed several inches. “Why have you not told me this?”
I flick my hand at him. “You almost died, Luke. The last thing you need right now is to stress over my situation more than you already have.”
He drops his head back to his pillow, raking his hands over his face. He locks eyes with me. “You’ll stay with me. I need the help, anyway. There’s no point in you paying for a hotel.”
“I’m not moving in with you. I’ll come take care of you for however long you need me to, but we barely know each other. That’s too much, too soon.”
He lowers his chin and stares at me, hard. “You’re staying with me, Sloan. I’m not asking you to make it permanent. But until I’m recovered and you have your own apartment, you aren’t going back to that hotel.”
It really is a scary hotel, but it’s all I could afford. After Asa was arrested, I grabbed my hidden stash and a few items of clothing and haven’t stepped foot back inside that house.
