He stayed close to Carla.
As I grabbed my purse to get out my phone, I watched out ofthe corners of my eyes and saw that he didn’t murmur reassuring words or offerto help hold the bag of ice or do anything but give her his solid, assuringpresence.
But he gave her his solid, assuring presence.She wasworried.She was in pain.And he gave her what he had to give.
All right.
Seriously.
I hoped that man was good in bed because I was totallyfalling in love with him.
I called Smithie to come and see to Carla.
After that, I turned, leaned back against my station, andwatched Mo openly while I called my mom.
His silver gaze came to me.
And there it was.
A soft look from Mo.
Jeez, Isowanted to jump him.
I gave him a smile.
His eyes dropped to it, but he didn’t smile back.
And again, I wanted to pounce on him.
Mom answered the phone.
“Lottie?Is everything okay?”
She sounded awake and alert, but not alarmed.Just awake andalert even though I knew I had to have woken her.
This was because she was the mother of a Rock Chick and theQueen of the Corvette Calendar.She had a lot of practice with being woken upin the middle of the night, needing to do it and be alert.
“Hey, Mom.Sorry to call late, but Carla turned her anklebad coming off stage tonight.Mo had a look at it and thinks she needs to haveit checked at the hospital.She needs someone to go relieve her babysitteruntil she gets home.”
“Mo?”
Shit.
Wrapped up in all that was going on, I not only forgot aboutdinner on Sunday, I forgot I’d told Jet about Mo coming, but not my mother.
And obviously my sister had left relaying that news to me.
“My, uh…” I gave Mo big eyes.
His dark eyebrows shot up.
Dark brows that went with the dark stubble he normallysported (except at times like now, right after his shower, when he’d shaved)and then there was dark hair on his arms.
This possibly meant dark hair on his chest, and other,better places, something I could notwaitto discover.
My thoughts turned to the choice he’d given me at our firstmeeting of being in the room with him while he showered.Considering currentevents, that was a choice I no longer had.
And that was a crying shame.
