She nodded. “Better now. I hope they get the dirt bag.” She grabbed Asher’s arm and smiled up at him. “I’m glad you’re staying. Thank you.”
He bent and kissed her forehead. “Of course. There’sno place I’d rather be.”
She smirked. “It’s the hospital gown, isn’t it? It’s so hot.”
Before Asher could answer, Jake returned alone.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
Jake nodded. “How are you holding up, Dylan?”
“Okay, I think. Relieved.”
Jake smiled. “Since Dylan’s good, how about I take you to dinner, Addison?” he asked. “Make up for our interrupted lunch.”
“Sorry about that,” Dylan saidwith a grimace.
“Not your fault,” I said, giving Jake a warning glare. If he made my best friend feel bad for getting shot at, I’d end him.
He gave me an annoying smile. “Nothing to apologize for, Dylan. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“You just saved your own life,” I whispered, then faced Dylan again.
“Go, Addie.” She waved her hand toward the door. “Maybe you can pick me up a bacon cheeseburgerwhile you’re out.”
“Oh, he’s not taking me anywhere cheeseburgers are served,” I retorted.
“Just so I’m clear,” Jake said, “is this a refinance the car or remortgage the house type of place?”
I smiled. “Serratto.”
“Serratto I can handle,” he said. “Did you forget they serve an amazing burger there?”
“Yeah, I kind of did. Sound good, Dylan?”
“Perfect,” she said.
“Are you sure the doctorswill let you eat that?” I asked.
“My stomach is perfectly fine. It’s my brain that hurts,” she said.
“I’ll take the boar pasta,” Asher said.
“I’m not a waitress,” I ground out.
Asher laughed. “You are tonight, sis.” He pulled out his wallet and thumbed through it, handing Jake a few bills.
“That’s not necessary,” Jake replied, deflecting the cash.
“I know, but I want to buy Dylan dinner,”Asher said. “And since she’s kind of stuck in here, you’re doing me a favor.”
“It’s not a problem,” Jake said, wrapping an arm around my waist and giving me a gentle squeeze. “We’ll bring it back in a couple of hours.”
