Ryan pouts. “Humph.”
I snicker. “Also, it’s not a nurse control. If anything, they need a Ryan control.”
He grins, all teeth, and I blow out a breath. “I’ll be right back.” I point at him. “Do not try to get to that control. You need to keep as still as possible.”
As I start toward the bathroom, Ryan grabs my t-shirt, tugging me back. I arch a brow.
He gives me a sheepish grin. “Can I at least giveyoua fast food order? I’m starving and I don’t wanna eat the slop they call breakfast.”
I laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.”
That’s when the door bursts open, laughter and noisy chatter spilling in. Dita and Parker, arms loaded, appear like a caffeine-fueled cavalry.
“Good morning, boys,” Dita chirps, setting a drink carrier and paper bags on the little table by my chair.
“We bring tidings from Tom’s Diner. Good coffee and breakfast sandwiches.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” I nearly groan.
Ryan just sticks both arms out, grabbing for the bags.
“Man. Need. Food.”
Dita hands him two bags. “We figured. Didn’t know what kind you liked, so we got you a variety.”
He beams at her. “Thank you, D.” He tears into a sandwich and downs half in a bite. Dita passes him a coffee.
Parker sighs dramatically. “Damn. I wish a man would devour me like that.” He saunters over, blue Oxford painted on, lollipop in place. He gets too close to me, bats his lashes, and drops his voice. “Here’s something hot and creamy for you, Mr. Stark.” He hands me a cup. “Oh, and some coffee, too.”
I roll my eyes, used to Parker’s shit. But then—there’s an unmistakable growl and the sound of paper crumpling. We both turn and a balled-up wrapper nails Parker between the eyes.
“Ow,” Parker whines.
Ryan’s giving him a look I’ve never seen. He points his coffee cup at Parker. “That was unprofessional.”
Parker glances between us, eyes wide. “I’m sorry.”
Ryan doesn’t break the stare. “Yeah, you are. But seriously, you need to work on your game, bro. That was just sad.”
Parker laughs, then gives Ryan a once-over. “Maybe you could show me your ways someday.”
Ryan snickers, features softening. “That was better. But if you ever hit on him again, I’ll break all your fingers.”
Parker’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh. Kay.” He backs away.
Dita is smirking, looking between me and Ryan. I point at her. “Shut it.”
Dita smirks at me, bags in hand, and walks over. She brandishes one and says, “Your usual boring sandwich.”
I take the bag, grumbling, “I’m not boring.”
She hands over the other bag. “Your toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash. And I fed Fucker while I was at your place.”
“F-Bomb!” Ryan practically coos, then shoves another giant bite in his mouth.
I stare at the bag, then at her. “How did you know I stayed the night?”
She cocks her head, giving me a look that screams,really?
