The floor creaks as I walk in, giving myself away, and he glances up, but says nothing. “I’m going to make something to eat,” I say, breaking the silence. “Want anything?”
He shakes his head and then gestures to the wine. “Someone recently told me my clothes are fitting a little tight, so this is dinner tonight.”
“Mmm.” I press my lips together. “As your doctor, I highly advise against that, and you promised to follow my orders. You need some actual food.”
“Whatever you say, Doc.” He chuckles.
There isn’t much to work with in here, but I find some tortillas and cheese and a little grilled chicken I can throw together for quesadillas.
“Sorry, I obviously didn’t have time to make it to the grocery store. You’d think after six months I’d be better at this whole single parent thing.” He shakes his head and his thick dark brows furrow. “I’ll be sure and get there tomorrow.”
I’ve wondered about Ty’s mom since I got here, but Roman has offered very little in that department. In fact, that is the first time he’s even vaguely mentioned her.
“You don’t have to buy me food, Roman. That wasn’t part of the deal.” I sprinkle some cheese onto the tortillas and toss them into the skillet.
“Neither was you making me dinner, but here we are.” He tilts his head with a grin as he stands to take another wine glass out of the cabinet. “How was work?”
“It was okay. Busy.” I bit my lip, already anxious about how I’m going to explain the mystery patient when I go back in. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
His face twists as he hands me a glass of wine. “What happened?”
“It’s really nothing, Roman.” I turn to grab some plates, but he catches my wrist.
“Don’t lie to me, Madison. Is someone at St. Luke’s giving you a hard time?”
I jerk my arm out of his grasp, reeling away. “The only one making things difficult for me is you. When I took the medicine for Ty, I had to come up with a fake patient number to give to the pharmacist. Joe did something to the computer so she couldn’t look right then, but when she went in later to log everything, obviously, she couldn’t find the person. I just have to figure something else out.”
He’s quiet for a minute and then whips out his phone. “What was the number?”
“Why does that—”
“The number, Madison.” He clenches his jaw, brow pinching with irritation.
“I don’t remember. It should be on the labels.”
“Consider it taken care of. I’ll have the patient in the system before I go to sleep tonight.” Roman takes a bite of his food, so casually that it’s almost like he didn’t just tell me he’d hack into the hospital database and falsify all kinds of records.
“You can do that?”
Roman snorts, as if it should be obvious. “Of course I can. Don’t worry about it anymore. Now can we eat? I’m starving.”
I should ask more questions.
I should, but I don’t.
Chapter Eight
“Madison.”Mybodyshakesas someone calls my name. “Madison, hey, wake up.”
When I open my eyes, it’s pitch black. I take a second to adjust, blinking at Roman’s imposing frame in the shadows, standing next to my bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I scramble up, backing away from him as I clutch the bedsheets. Panic grips my chest, and it tightens so much that I have to fight to catch my breath.
“It’s okay.” He holds his hands up. “It’s just me.”
As if that’s reassuring.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. You were sleeping pretty hard.”
