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I shrug. “Um… I think so?”
“You sound really sure of yourself,” he answers, chuckling as he moves further into the room and sits on the edge of the bed. Just the feeling of him sinking into the mattress, knowing he’s that close to me, is driving me crazy. I think back to the way he held my hand at the accident and I wish he’d do it again.
“Well, they used very scary words like internal bleeding but no one seems all that concerned about it so I’ve decided to just go with it. Or maybe that’s the morphine talking.” I hold up the button Bonnie handed me and grin. He laughs, the kind of laugh that warms you all over and the hair on my arms stands on end.
“You’re a lightweight,” he teases and I nod.
“Oh, totally. I barely even drink.” Reaching across the sheets, I grab his hand because I can’t possibly resist anymore and he meets my gaze. Just like before, a spark of something races up my arm and my heart skips a beat. “Thank you, by the way. For coming to my rescue earlier and for waiting around all afternoon to make sure I was okay. I think you restored my faith in humanity.”
He nods. “Of course. I couldn't just leave you there like that piece of shit did.”
“I suppose I need to talk to the cops, huh?”
“Yeah,” he answers. “I have a buddy on the force and I would have asked him to handle this personally but he just lost someone close to him and he’s not really in a good place.”
“Oh, no. Please. You’ve already done so much for me.”
He shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I already talked to a detective and gave him my statement so they should catch the scumbag pretty fast.”
“Thank you.”
He grins and my insides turn to mush. God! He is so damn handsome. How the hell did I not notice that before? I mean, I know I’d just had my brain slightly scrambled but he’s not the kind of man that blends into a crowd with his impressive build and armfuls of colorful tattoos. Not to mention his eyes, which remind of the deepest, bluest ocean. Something about them just draws you in and makes you feel at ease. Or maybe that’s just me.
“You don’t need to keep thanking me. I'm just glad I could help you and your daughter. Speaking of which, how is she?”
“Good. Not a scratch on her, in fact. She’s home and sleeping soundly in her bed.”
He flashes me that damn smile again. “Good.”
“I'm sorry if we ruined any plans you had today,” I say, thinking of the hours he’s spent here. Shaking his head, he gives my hand a squeeze.
“Don’t worry about it. I think this turned out way better than my other plans.”
“Yeah?” I ask, fighting back a smile as he meets my eyes. “What were your other plans today?”
His face falls and I instantly regret asking the question. “I was going to look for my brother.”
Before I can ask him anything else, Bonnie steps into the room. When she spots Lucas perched on the edge of my bed, she flashes him a stern expression.
“Visiting hours are over, young man.”
He stands and gives my hand a squeeze like he regrets having to let go before he releases it. I feel weird without it and I’m just doped up enough to not care if I shouldn’t be thinking things like that.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll get out of your hair.”
Turning back to me, he smiles and I feel like I’m melting into the bed. “I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
He flashes me a look that makes it clear that he’ll be back tomorrow come hell or high water and I have a love/hate relationship with the way it makes me feel.
“Get some rest, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
He winks before turning and walking out of the room. Bonnie watches him leave before walking over to the bed and grinning at me.
“Girl, your man is fine as hell, no offense.”
