Kieran slid a brief glance in my direction, but I ducked my head against his chest.
“I want this cleaned up,” he told the doctor, no room for argument in his tone.
“Of course. Take him back to his room. I’ll get the nurse,” the doctor replied, starting ahead. When we stepped into the hall where my room was, the doctor looked over his shoulder. “He’s in room?—”
“Four-oh-four.” Kieran cut him off.
My body, which had melted into his, went tight, and I lifted my cheek from his chest.
Kieran strode past the doctor who stopped at the nurse’s station. I felt the eyes of every person we left behind, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone but him.
“How did you know my room number?” I asked.
“You invited me.”
My mouth dropped open. Closed. Opened again. “Midnight hookup?” I whispered.
“Kieran.”
“But you’re him? The guy from the Heart2Heart app?”
“Unless you gave out your room number to someone else,” he said, his eyes whipping to mine like a dare.
I wanted to call his bluff. I wanted to tell him I definitely had. That I’d found three men to accept what he’d denied. But I couldn’t get the words out. In fact, I practically choked on them.
He stepped into my room, stopping beside the bed to scowl down at the IV line. “You do this?”
I ducked my head into his chest.
Instead of putting me in the bed, he just stood there beside it, letting me hide in his chest.
“Are you okay?”
Kieran stiffened, and I looked up to see my roommate peering around the curtain.
“Who are you?” Kieran demanded.
He pointed to his hospital gown. “The roommate.”
Kieran grunted and stared at him until he slinked back behind the curtain.
When we were alone, he continued to hold me. A moment later, his midnight voice filled the quiet. “Is anyone else coming?”
My fingers curled around the lapel of his coat. “No.”
He put me down on the bed then, and I started to tremble, eyes clinging to him because I just knew he was going to leave.
But he didn’t, instead pulling up a chair and sitting right beside the bed.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Kieran
“What’s wrong with your head?” I asked, eyeing the large bandage that went from his temple all the way to the middle of his forehead.
“I have stitches.”
