Page 122 of Dr. Weston

“I like coffee and a brisk workout in the morning. Then I shower and eat before heading in to work.”

I can’t prevent my frown.

“Turn that frown upside down. I’m off today.”

I nearly spill the coffee and tea onto the bed with my glee. “Really?”

“Yes.” He chuckles, and that hypnotizing dimple comes out to play. “What do you want to do today?”

“Everything. And nothing. It was so nice relaxing here with you last night. I feel like I’ve gotten to enjoy a whole new side of you I didn’t know existed.”

“It didn’t. Until you.” Broadie feeds me a grape. “I have an idea. Why don’t we visit Sara and Agnes today?”

“Oh, you’re so cute. But we can’t. Hanover Haven is on quarantine. The flu is running rampant in the place. So, they’re trying to keep everyone in their rooms.”

I watch as he scratches the delicious scruff along his jawline. It’s thicker than usual. “I have an idea.” He practically jumps from the bed and darts out the bedroom door. Wow. He’s as limber as a cat. I tear a piece of buttery croissant and pop it into my mouth.

Broadie saunters back into the room with his phone to his ear, now wearing a T-shirt with his pajama bottoms, and I frown. He must catch my reaction as the dimple pops with his smile. “Lauren? It’s not that early. Oh, come on. Wake your sister and come over here.”

I can practically hear her groaning from here. She doesn’t strike me as someone who rises at dawn on a weekend.

“Poppy and I need your help with something.” My head snaps up in time to catch him winking at me. “Yes. She’s here.”

“Oh. My. God! Lilly!” Broadie pulls the phone away from his ear and laughs.

He crawls back onto the bed with me, and I run my hand down his sexy face, saying, “What are you up to?”

“Oh, it’s on. It’s going to be a great day.” With that, he pops a mandarin orange slice into his mouth before hitting a few buttons on his phone.

“Hi, Tuesday? I’m going to need your help with a really big order today.”

Giggling bursts through the phone.

“I need about two hundred balloons. Can you manage to have them blown up with ribbons tied to them by lunchtime?”

What is this man doing?

“Perfect. If you could deliver them to Hanover Haven by noon? We’ll meet you there. Thanks, Tuesday.”

“Who is Tuesday, and what on earth are you doing?”

“We’re going to give them the best medicine money can buy today,” Broadie says, bopping me on my nose. “Now, you better hurry. If you don’t get in the shower, my daughters are going to get an eye full when they come flying in here.”

Darting out of the bed, I make quick work of getting cleaned up. Once I return, I find him speaking with Porter at the base of the steps. What’s that about, I wonder.

Broadie catches me in his periphery and turns, motioning for me to join them.

“All the other stuff you asked for is on the way.”

“Thanks, Porter. Send the girls in when they get here. We should be ready to leave by eleven- thirty.”

“Got it, boss.”

As his driver exits the front door, I come closer. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I lean into him. There are bags and bags of grocery items on the kitchen island. “Will you please tell me what’s going on?”

“What you said bothered me. Can you imagine anything worse than being quarantined in a nursing home? They’re already called shut-ins. Because they require help and can’t go anywhere. Now they can’t have visitors or even leave their rooms. We have to do something, Pop.”

This sweet man.

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