Page 21 of Sparrow's Grace

Just as I was about to ask him what he was thinking, and how much his mortgage was so I could pay my way, there was a knock on the door.

And when I saw the nurse that had been with me since I came into the emergency room step into the room with a couple of papers in her hand, I felt giddy.

I had nothing against hospitals, but there was just something about them that drained you.

“Okay, Savannah. I have your discharge papers here for you. Just take Motrin if you have any soreness and if things worsen for any reason, come back and see us.” I nodded, then looked behind her to a man pushing in a wheelchair into the room.

As soon as the wheelchair was moved into the room, the nurse left.

Zeke started to help me from the bed, but then I stopped moving and looked up at his gorgeous face with confusion written all over my face.

I stated, “They didn’t ask me for payment.”

He smiled down at me and moved a strand of my hair behind my ear that had fallen out of the messy ponytail the nurse had helped me with. “Already taken care of, Angel. Did that while I waited for them to let me back here. Now let’s get you loaded up and taken home.”

Smiling softly, I asked, “Can I make one suggestion?”

And it was right on time too because my stomach growled.

Oh, the wonders his smile could do to the female population. “Name it.”

“Can we stop for food first?” I asked him.

He chuckled, then nodded.

After I was up and settled into the wheelchair with my bag in my lap and my discharge papers, I couldn’t contain my laughter when an orderly grabbed my wheelchair.

He said it was hospital regulation and had started to wheel me out of my room, only for Zeke to stop him with a growl. I could see it rattled the man and he thankfully let go of my wheelchair and moved to the side.

As Zeke grabbed the handles and started wheeling me out of my room and into the hallway, I whispered into the hall, “Caveman.”

His breath tickled my neck when I heard his mouth near my ear, “I’ll be a caveman wherever you're concerned. Might as well get used to it.”

Shaking my head at him, I climbed into the SUV and couldn’t contain my giggle when Zeke shoved the wheelchair at the man and said, “Deuces.”

I didn’t comment when Zeke opened the driver’s side door, took off his kutte, then climbed in and immediately rolled the windows down after he placed his kutte tenderly in the back seat.

He was a biker through and through.

Starting the SUV, without putting it in drive, he asked, “Okay, what does the lady want to eat?”

“A juicy cheeseburger all the way please,” I told him as he started to pull out what I assumed was his phone, then he glanced at me.

“What is all the way to you? To some, that is lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, ketchup, mustard, and mayo. To others, that is chili, mustard, slaw, and onions.”

My mouth started watering when he finished asking me that.

Grinning, I said, “The latter.”

“Fucking perfect.” He mumbled under his breath, which caused a smile to form on my face.

Placing his phone to his ear after he hit some buttons, I heard him placing my order.

And after his phone was back in place, only then did he put the SUV into gear and pull out of the parking lot.

Then when ten minutes had passed, and he hadn’t answered two of the calls and ten of what I assumed to be messages, I finally asked, “If you need to get them, I can close my ears.”

He glanced over at me quickly, smiled that panty-dropping smile, turned his attention back to the road… and then he bit his freaking bottom lip.

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