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I wasn’t really hungry. Not yet at least. But I knew she had likely been up all day and night worrying about me and not eating. I needed to let her go and get some food, feed her cat, maybe take a shower and change her clothes.
“Take your time,” I added, giving her a smile. “I’m in good hands.”
“I won’t be longer than, maybe, two hours,” she assured me. “Is there anything I can pick up for you?” she asked, reaching down to touch my hair again.
“Maybe just my e-reader,” I said. “It’s on my nightstand. I don’t know how long I’ll be in here, but I will go crazy with just the TV to focus on.”
“Of course, angel,” she said, giving my leg a squeeze. “I’ll be back in a jif.”
With that, she was out.
I was helped into the bathroom by one of the nurses where I got my teeth brushed and my hair in some semblance of order, before collapsing back into my bed, cursing the thin blanket, and wishing I had a way to ask my mom to bring me something warmer.
There was a little tap on the open door, and I thought that maybe the doctor was coming to check in on me.
But then a man was walking into the room.
With a giant wildflower bouquet in one hand, a bag hanging off his arm, and an edible bouquet in his other hand.
Somehow, though, it wasn’t any of those beautiful sights that captured and held my attention.
Oh, no.
That was the man who had brought them in.
He’d been gorgeous in his tee and basketball shorts the day before, but he was godlike this morning in a black suit with a dark gray shirt under. No tie. Two buttons undone, showing a small golden amulet hanging there. Maybe a saint?
I couldn’t claim to have ever been drawn to men in more formal attire before. But Nino? Nino looked like he was born to wear one.
“Hey,” I said, giving him a smile as he stood there, looking uncertain.
“Hey, Savannah,” he greeted me, head tipping to the side as his gaze moved over me. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” I said. “You brought me flowers?” I asked, finally letting my gaze move in the direction of the bouquet.
It was perfect.
Zinnias, cosmos, bachelor buttons, daisies, sweet peas, and several big, happy sunflowers. And the big yellow vase it was in seemed to brighten the room immediately.
“I thought these ones suited you best,” he told me as he walked over toward the window, setting them on the sill. Right in my line of sight. Where I wanted them. “And this is because hospital food sucks, and I thought you would like something sweet,” he said, bringing over the other bouquet. Melons—bright orange cantaloupe, light green honeydew, red chunks of watermelon, grapes, pineapple, and strawberries.
I hadn’t thought I was hungry before, but my belly let out a little grumble at just the sight of all that fresh fruit as he set it down on the rolling tray beside my bed.
“This was so thoughtful of you,” I said, actually finding myself a little emotional as he came to the side of the bed, placing the fancy white paper bag down. If I was right, the logo on it was from an expensive boutique in Navesink Bank.
“This might be more useful than flowers,” he told me, reaching into the bag.
“Beautiful things have their own sort of use,” I assured him, smiling over at the flowers.
Then I saw what he was talking about.
A buttery-soft looking pale yellow blanket.
“Oh, that is so perfect. I am freezing,” I admitted as he removed the tag, then carefully spread it out over me, and I swear the warmth that swelled in me had very little to do with the lovely blanket. “My mom says it’s because of the blood loss and my anemia,” I admitted.
Then, I swear I saw pain slice across his face.
But that made no sense.
