Page 10 of More Than a Little Spark

“Dang it.I’m so sorry.I wasn’t trying.Honest.I just…” He steps closer and lays my purse and phone on the bed.“I brought these.But if you want me to give them to Rose, I can do that.And I have a charge cord for that kind of phone in my truck, and I might even have a brick.I’ll have to look.”

“That would be great.Thank you.I’ll keep my phone.But you can give my purse to Rose.I doubt she’s going anywhere until they let me out of here.”

“Probably not.She was really worried about you.”He moves toward the door.“Let me check my truck.”

“Okay.”

He seems like he’s in a hurry to leave.Which seems weird since he waited so long to see me.

A few minutes later, he’s back.“I have a cord but no brick.However, I’ll be back here in the morning with a charger brick.Will that work?”

“Yes.”I push my phone toward him.“Give me your number so that if I need anything else, I can text you.”

“Sure.”He holds out the phone for me to type the unlock code, then he adds himself to my contacts.“How’s the foot?Or was it the ankle?”

“The foot.Ankle is likely a bad sprain.Nothing broken in there though.And whatever they gave me for pain hasn’t worn off, so I’m not feeling bad.Yet.”

“They’ll probably keep giving you stuff for the pain, I’m guessing.”He hovers near the edge of the bed.

“When you come back tomorrow, maybe I’ll know where they put your coat.I didn’t mean to take it with me.”

“It’s fine.”

It takes active willpower not to ask about his son.I want to let him bring it up.“I hope I didn’t mess up a date or anything.You looked like you were dressed for a costume party.”

“Nah.I always run around dressed like Magnum PI.It makes me feel cool.”His eyes widen.“Crap.Sorry.I have a hard time turning off the sarcasm.”

“We both played our roles well.Daphne ended up in danger, and you solved the case with your dash cam.”

He flashes a half smile.“I sent it.But who knows if they’ll be able to find him.”

My eyelids droop, much to my frustration.I’m enjoying the conversation, but if he thinks I’m sleepy, he’ll leave.

So I ask a question.“Have you ever been to Hawaii?”

“Is that a question for me or are you dreaming?”He’s leaning over the bed.

I force my eyes open.“For you.Magnum.Hawaii.Are you hiding a red Ferrari somewhere?”

“Sadly, no.My life is not that exciting.”He touches my hand, and I can feel the sizzle.

I fight the urge to grab his hand.

He flashes a kind smile.“You rest.I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

He nods.“And cross my heart.”

“Bye, Carson.See you in the morning.”I pat his hand, then give up fighting sleep and succumb to exhaustion and meds.

Chapter5

Carson

Carson

To shave or not to shave, that is the question.When I grew the mustache for the party, I fully intended to shave it off right after.Now I’m conflicted.Do I look better with a mustache?

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