Page 49 of We Own Tonight
She bursts out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Who the hell lives in Florida and can’t swim? You’re sogullible!”
I move forward, but she moves quickly to the side. We play cat and mouse for a few more minutes before I finally catch her. Then, when her lips touch mine, I realize the girl I can’t seem to get out of my head, is cementing herself in myheart.
“Hello,”I smile to the woman at the front desk. “I’m visiting a few patients today, one is Stephanie Covey,” I say hoping it’s the same last name asHeather.
Her eyes bulge as her jaw falls slack. I stand there, waiting for her to recover before she sputters out her words. “Oh. Oh, wow. Umm, Eli, I mean, Mr. Walsh, of course.” The front desk nurse types on the computer, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks with herhair.
“Take your time.” She glances at me, and I give her the panty-dropping smile that I use for concerts and photoshoots.
She bites her lip and then lets out a nervous giggle. “Stephanie Covey, yes. She’s in room334.”
There are some serious perks to being famous, one of which is people tend to forget certain things like patient confidentiality. It’s probably why I’ll always have private care if I ever needit.
“Thanks, doll.” I place one of the flowers from Stephanie’s bouquet on the counter in front of her and wink. I don’t know anyone that actually winks in real life, but apparently, if you’re famous, it’s a sure-fire way to get womenexcited.
The nurse clutches the flower to her chest with wide eyes. It really does work everytime.
After I dropped Heather off, I started forming a plan. I have a big event coming up, and I want to do something special for her. She’s a giver. She sacrifices everything for the people sheloves.
Her ex-husband is a fucking moron, but, I’m kind of glad for it because it allowed me a chance to meet her. One man’s mistake is another man’s fortune and Heather is the fucking pot of gold at the end of therainbow.
I grab my phone and texther.
Me: Thinking ofme?
Heather: Oh my God! You did not save your number under the name God’s Gift toWomen!
I had to program my fucking number in her phone after our boat date. She refused to enter it, claiming she liked the arrangement where I randomly showup.
Me: Well, I am. However, you still haven’t answered if you were thinking ofme.
Heather: Nope not once actually. Who are youagain?
Ilaugh.
Me: Liar. And you know exactly who this is, baby. My ears were itching or ringing . . . whatever it is when someone is thinking of you . . . I figured I should do something aboutit.
Heather: You should see an ENT about that. Sounds like a medicalcondition.
Me: You woundme.
I love that she has no problem giving me shit. So many girls would be falling over themselves, but nother.
Heather: Actually, I was thinking of you before. I had a call, and this girl was going crazy over how much she loved Four Blocks Down. She was goodpeople.
Me: See, if you would’ve taken my number and I didn’t have to trick you, you could’ve called me. I would’ve made her a very happyfan.
Heather: Good to know. I’ll be sure to call you each time someone talks about the God that you are. *eyeroll*
I can picture her saying it and almost hear the sarcasm in her voice. Could I like this girl anymore at this moment?Doubtful.
Me: I’ll be picking you up on Thursday at seven in themorning.
Heather: You will,huh?
Me: I will. I have something I want to showyou.
Heather: Well, I guess I can squeeze youin.
