“Five seconds with anyone from your club, and you can see how much you guys care for each other.”
“So I just need to lay here and hope I’ll see one day?”
I rolled my eyes and flopped down in the chair on the side of his bed. “Well, you only have two more days of laying in this bed, and then you’re headed home.”
“So I can lay in my bed there and worry about having cancer.”
“Easy,” I sighed. “You’re killing my vibe right now.”
“Killing your vibe?” he chuckled. “I didn’t know we jumped back to the seventies, Birdie. You going to go hang ten after yelling at me?”
He needed to add twelve years onto that, but whatever. “Speaking of your club, where are they?”
“I sent them away. They were driving me crazy.” Easy shook his head. “Hero was in here with Frost, and they kept bickering about what to watch on the TV.”
“And you didn’t care what they watched because you can’t see it.”
Easy tapped the tip of his nose. “Ding, ding, doll. I would much rather have silence than those two bitching at each other.”
“And then I walked in.”
He closed his eyes and laid his head back. “You were a welcome guest, doll. Even if you preach at me about being positive.”
“I’m done preaching for today. I checked to see if Dr. Gus was coming around today, but he isn’t. He had emergency surgery, so he will see you tomorrow.”
“Good, good,” Easy yawned. “That will give me time to prepare. Try to get a little smarter.”
“Tired?” I asked.
“I’m always tired lately,” he sighed.
I rose from the chair. “That’s your body healing itself. I’ll let you get some rest before dinner rolls around.”
“Later, doc,” he sighed.
I was at the door when I remembered I needed one thing from Easy. “Easy,” I called.
“Yeah, doll?”
“Uh, do you happen to know Snapper’s phone number?” I asked sheepishly.
He lifted his head and tipped it to the side. “Snapper’s phone number?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.” I pulled out the little notebook I always had on me.
He rattled off the number, and I scribbled it down.
“Can I ask why you want his number?”
“Oh, uh, well, I just need it,” I stammered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I slipped out of his room and headed to the elevators.
That had been as embarrassing as I thought it would be.
That was the first and last time I would ever ask a guy for his phone number. The hell of it was, the number wasn’t even for me.
Layla was going to owe me big.
Chapter Nine
