His hands strayed to the small of my back, the place that always tingled when touched and my core clenched in anticipation.
But the elevator dinged, and the metallic doors inched open threatening to reveal the outer world. Reluctantly I pushed him away.
“I really should go,” I said as I stepped off the elevator. But this time I watched where my heels went so I didn’t fall over my feet again. Two nurses got on after I exited.
“Go where?” he said. He held the door open with his hand and looked at me expectantly.
“I have work.”
“I understand that? But on the Maternity Ward?”
In shock, I saw. Indeed, the floor was Maternity, a place I never expected to see.
“Oh,” I said. Sheepishly, I stepped back onto the elevator.
“Let’s grab something to eat, and discuss your plans for our social redemption? I’m sure there are a ton of details we haven’t gone over yet.”
I remembered then that the Nyberg show was tomorrow and I haven’t done a single thing to pull that together.
“You’re right,” I said. And then I saw something in Jersey Dys’ face I hadn’t expected.
Hope.
Shit.
“Excuse me?” said one of the nurses. “Are you Jersey Dys?”
He flashed a rock star smile at her. “Yes.”
“I knew it! I knew it!” she said excitedly. “Oh my God. My daughter is going to flip when I tell her. Look, can I get a picture with you?” She pulled out her camera.
He shrugged at me apologetically. “Sure. But no posting on social media for a couple of days, okay?”
“Sure. Sure.”
Jersey posed with her, and then her and her friend.
“Can I get one of you and your girlfriend?”
“I’m not—” I started, but Jersey pulled me into his strong arms and squeezed me hard.
“Sure,” he said enthusiastically.
I stood like a deer in the headlights as the woman took the picture. He then whispered in her ear, and her eyes got wide, and she giggled like a teenager.
“Sure,” she said. She then whispered in his ear, and he grinned broadly.
“Thank you very much.”
The doors opened again, and they stepped off, giggling and star struck. Jersey leaned forward and hit the button for another floor. But I noticed it wasn’t for the first floor. No, we stopped on the fourth floor, and he pulled me along as he stepped out.
“Where are we going?”
“The nurse said there is a conference room here,” he said craning his neck to check out the sign plaques at the doors.
“Why?”
He stopped at one door and pushed it open.
