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He grumbled something under his breath. After that, a nurse came in, and Louise asked for coffee.
“Sorry.” She shrugged. “Only decaf today.”
“That’s like showering while wearing a raincoat. Pointless.”
Yep. Louise is just fine. At least for the time being.
A few hours went by, and then a guy in blue scrubs knocked on the door. He was probably only about twenty-five and really cute. He smiled. “I’m Evan from physical therapy. You ready to rock the road, Ms. Aster?”
“Sure am.” Louise again lifted the covers off her legs.
Evan held his hands up. “Hang on one minute. We need to have two people, one on each side. I’m going to grab a nurse.”
“I don’t need two people.”
“Oh, you definitely don’t. I can see that. But it’s a dumb hospital policy, and it’ll keep me out of trouble.” He winked at Beck and me on the way out. Young, but already knew how to manage people.
“He has her number,” I whispered to Beck.
“Must have read the troublemaker note in her chart.”
“I heard that!” Louise yelled.
After she finished walking the halls—proving not only that she didn’t need a walker, but not the people beside her either—they took her down for a repeat scan to make sure things hadn’t changed. Beck and I went to the cafeteria for some lunch, since they said she’d be about an hour. Our table had one sad-looking carnation in a dollar-store vase sitting in the middle. But it reminded me of the flowers on my tray at breakfast.
“Thank you for the room service this morning.”
Beck gave a curt nod. “Of course.”
“Oh…of course, huh? I get it now. The fancy breakfast is a go-to move after spending the night with a woman.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“Did I get the Beck Cross special? Is the order always the same? Eggs benedict, coffee, juice, fancy flowers, and a few newspapers… Do you order in when you’re not at a hotel? Is it a standard order you have set up on an app and you just hit re-order? Oh, and do you always find out their favorite color beforehand to give it that personalized touch?”
Beck tilted his head. “What am I missing here?”
I pushed my salad around with my fork. “The flowers you sent this morning were gorgeous. And my favorite color.”
“So?”
“I’m just saying, it’s a smooth move. I bet the women melt the next morning.”
“What women?”
“The ones you have breakfast delivered to with their favorite-color flowers.”
Beck looked flummoxed. “Did you hit your head?”
I rolled my eyes. “Forget it. But thank you for the flowers anyway. They were beautiful.”
“You’re welcome. Just so you know, I sent you flowers because you came into my room wanting to forget life for a little while. I figured that meant you were feeling down, and you said hot pink helps your mood.” He paused and caught my eyes. “It’s not my go-to move, as you called it. It was only for you.”
My belly did a little whoosh. Who knew Beck could be so sweet?
While I attempted not to let his answer affect me, he leaned in and lowered his voice. “I would have preferred to feed you my cock again this morning to improve your mood, but I thought you needed your sleep.” He winked. “Eggs. Next best thing.”
And…the real Beck is back.
