Page 78 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

River beamed and started getting up.

“Ouch,” I complained when he jostled me.

He looked back with a grimace. “Sorry!”

“I’m fine. Go. Kiss your boyfriend.”

Miguel stepped into the room, followed by Beau.

I was so fucking happy to see him. River slid off the bed and collapsed against Miguel, clinging to him for dear life. Miguel hugged him back, just as fiercely. I’d hidden it well, but I felt guilty for begrudging their closeness this morning.

Beau, however, hung back. Maybe it was all too much, but … fuck it. I held out my hand. Because I needed him. He rushed to take it.

I let out a relieved breath as he kissed each knuckle separately.

“You’re looking so much better already,” he said, his eyes brimming with tears. “Do they think you have a TBI?”

“Nope. My brain’s fine.” I arched a brow. Ouch.Wrong brow.“Relatively speaking, that is. It’s the low blood sugar that nearly killed me. Doc said I need a lot more of those DQ Blizzards.”

Beau lowered his head and scuffed the toe of his boot on the floor, like he’d just been convicted of a crime.

“What’s this look?” I squeezed his hand. “It’s not like you withheld food from me.”

“Yeah, but I saw the way you were eating, and I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. I should’ve saidsomething.”

“I’ve already nagged him,” River said. Like he was proud of himself.

“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stay quiet about it, though,” Beau insisted.

Why was I surrounded by stubborn men?

“I promise, I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I just lose my appetite when I’m stressed out.”

Beau nodded, taking my hand again, pressing kisses to my palm.

“Honestly, I blame it on the boy,” I said, keeping the bad jokes coming.

River, still hugging Miguel, stuck out his arm and flipped me the bird. Again.

“Miguel, that is a beautiful manicure you’ve given my son.”

The doctor and nurse slipped back into the room, pausing at our little tableau.

“Nice to see that you’ve got a good care team, Mr. Jensen,” the doctor said with a grin. “Your electrolytes are good, and your blood glucose has come up to low normal. I was about to sign your discharge papers.”

I nodded. “Good. Now, next thing is figuring out how we’re gonna get home.”

“You’re not driving,” Beau said, definitively.

The doctor held up his hand. “Why don’t you call the nurse when you have all your plans figured out, and then we can take care of the paperwork, prescriptions, and your instructions.”

“Great, Doc. Thanks.” After the doctor and nurse left, I gave Beau a pointed look. “Oh, really?”

“Yep,” he answered. “I’ll go with you. Between me and River, we’ll get you home.”

“Me too,” Miguel insisted.

“Guys…” I glanced around at each of them. “Isn’t this just dragging out the inevitable?”