Page 101 of We Own Tonight
He presses his mouth to mine, and I melt into his touch. The weight that was sitting on my heart is lifted, and I know we’re going to beokay.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Heather
“Areyou sure you want to do this?” I ask him as we park in mydriveway.
“You baked me a cake, and I’m going to eatit.”
Eli was released from the hospital today, and he basically demanded we go straight to my house. He regained feeling in his legs after the first day, and he’s able to walk now with his walker. His doctors reiterated how important it is to stay on track with his medications and infusions, and he claims heunderstands.
We’ve spent the last few days making plans and trying hard not to focus on his condition. Matt granted me another week off work, and I’m going to New York withEli.
I help him from the car, and he grumbles when I bring the walkerout.
“Don’t gripe, you know you have to use it,Gramps.”
“You do realize in a week, I could be perfectly normal and be able to kick your ass for thatcomment.”
I smile, “I like my chances on outrunningyou.”
He huffs and pushes the walker toward the house. “Thinks she’s all badass because she’s a cop, I’ll showher.”
I’ve missed this playful, smartass, and horny-as-hell side of him. However, I swear, he tried to get me to blow him in the hospital. That was a fun fight, where I did actually help him a little, however I was not on board with hospital blow jobs. He threatened that if I didn’t, he’d find a nurse to give him a spongebath.
No one in that hospital was touching his junk butme.
We enter the house, and he sits on the couch. “You okay?” he asks for the millionth time. I don’t need to even bother asking what he’s referringto.
Tomorrow, Eli will hold a press conference to announce his condition along with our relationship. His publicist pretty much demanded we take control of the situation. They took thousands of photos of me coming in and out of the hospital. The constant barrage of questions was out of control. Eli was livid and demanded Sharon get here and handlethings.
“Stop asking me that. I’m fine.” For the most part. “Am I excited about this? No, but it’s what has to be done. Honestly, I’m glad we had time before people figured itout.”
Eli pulls me to his side and kisses the top of my head. “You’re going to be great. You don’t have to talk, just stand there and lookpretty.”
He’s ridiculous. His publicist, Sharon, is a lunatic. I swear, she’s her own brand of energy. She talks a mile a minute, has a Bluetooth constantly attached to her ear, and can carry on at least four conversations at once. She scares me—alot.
“Sharon said they’re going to hound me more if I refuse to speak. She practically demanded I answerquestions.”
“Baby, they’re going to hound you no matter what. It’s part of their game, but the beginning will be the worst. After that, some asshole will do something stupid, and they’ll moveon.”
I look at him and grin. “Basically, we should hope for a celebrity shitshow?”
“Pretty much. Give them a real juicy story, and they’ll all flock tothat.”
This world is a little odd. I’ve never understood the appeal of stalking celebrities. Nicole tried to explain it to me once, but it was as if she were trying to explain quantum physics to a rock. I just didn’t getit.
“Your life is bizarre,” I muse while enjoying hiswarmth.
“And yoursisn’t?”
I sit up with my jaw open. “Umm, how is my lifeweird?”
He chuckles. “Let’s see, you chase after criminals. People withguns.”
“Yeah, bad people who need to be injail.”
“Even worse!” Eli laughs as his voice raises. “You’renuts.”
