Page 63 of Spotlight
I get lost in a flashback of Flynn grinning at me over a plate of nachos and then him holding out his hand to keep me upright on the skating rink. Not that I needed it, but it was still sweet.
A light knock at the front door pulls me from my thoughts, and I walk to it without giving much consideration to who might be on the other side. The last person I expect is Flynn.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him as he stands on the “hello” doormat with grocery bags in both hands.
“I thought you might need a few things,” he says as he walks into my apartment. He goes to the kitchen and sets the bags on the counter.
I stare after him dumbfounded.
“Who knew there were so many kinds of cough syrup?” Flynn must pull out a dozen different bottles of children’s cough syrup. Every brand, all the flavors and types.
“Did you buy out the store?” I ask.
“Too much?”
I laugh softly. “You didn’t need to do this. I could have ordered it.”
“I know. I wanted to, though. And I wasn’t ready for our date to end.” The sincerity in his words makes my heart flutter.
“There’s more,” he says, grinning. He reaches into another bag.
“More?” I ask, incredulously.
“Since the skating rink food was a bust, I stopped and got a few things.” The same way he filled the counter with medicine, he now adds a variety of take-out options. Tacos, noodles, salad, burgers, and pizza. “In case you’re hungry.”
“This is…”
“Yeah.” He rubs at the back of his neck and wears a sheepish grin. “Now that I’m seeing it all laid out, it looks borderline creepy.”
“It’s really nice,” I say as I step closer. “And thoughtful. Thank you.”
That cocky smirk returns.
“Dare I ask what’s in the last two bags?”
He pulls out two cartons of ice cream—Neapolitan and chocolate. And from the last bag, a stuffed horse wearing a Mustangs team jersey.
“A kid can never have too many toys, right?” He holds up the stuffed animal with a boyish smirk.
“You thought of everything.” I am in shock. And touched.
“How is she?”
“Sleeping for now.”
“How are you?” he asks as he comes around the kitchen counter.
My cheeks puff with a breath I let out slowly. “I hate it when she’s sick. I feel so helpless.”
He reaches out with both hands then rubs up and down my arms. “Anything I can do?”
“You mean aside from all that.” I tip my head toward the haul of medicine and food with a smile. “No, but thank you for asking.”
His hands drop away and instantly I wish he were still touching me. Not in aplease take off all my clotheskind of way, just a reassuring,I’m here for youcaress or hug. I’m too worried about Greer to think about sex.
“You should take half that food with you,” I say.
He gives me a strange look.
