Of course she’d left, given up, taken the out I damn-near shoved down her throat. I had taken the last of her hope and crushed it when I walked out that door last night.
Good choice, the nurse replied. I’ll go grab one.I brought you wind pants, I said when he plucked at his hospital gown. They snap up the side.
His forehead puckered in adorable lines, but I almost cringed when the gash above his eye strained at the stitches. You went shopping here?I bit my lip and shook my head. I bought them at home, but thought they’d be easy to get you into…and out of, I finished with a slow nod.He laughed. Were you watching Magic Mike or something?
Hey, I just thought they’d be fun to rip off when you got home, and now look how useful my sexy purchase is. I hopped down from the bed and rummaged through the small bag I’d left in his room, thankful I’d brought it from the hotel.Yeah, his tone waxed sarcastic. Real sexy, here. But hey, I’m alive, right? his voice dropped to a whisper. Can’t say the same for everyone else.
I snapped up to see him examining the bandage across his thigh absentmindedly. All at once it dawned on me—he was going to have more wounds than the ones I saw…and I had no experience, no idea what I could say or do to help heal them. I’d gone so far into the deep end that this no longer qualified as a pool—it was the ocean, and if I didn’t get my bearings, I could end up watching him drown.
I stood straight and put the pants on the bed. Then I took his face in my hands and lifted it, leaning in to force him to meet my gaze. He did. I barely controlled my gasp as I caught him unguarded. Misery radiated from his eyes—pain, sorrow, grief…guilt. It was all laid bare for me to see for one precious second before he blinked it away. You are alive. You are mine, no matter what. I forced a smile. And scars are sexy.No shit? Evan remarked. What? Not getting enough thrills from the bike, you gotta take it to the sky?
You have no idea. I kept my thoughts to myself as I devoured my burger, hungrier than I’d initially thought. Besides, I wasn’t giving Josh an excuse to shut them up. I’d learn way more about this part of his life by being quiet than I would by asking questions.Something like that, he answered as their pies were delivered.
Is that where you got the hardware? Tom pointed to Josh’s air cast, and I paused, my French fry suspended an inch from my lips.Something like that, he repeated.