“I’m glad you’re still moving in the right direction, and as long as your MRI comes back good, I bet you’ll be out of here before you know it.”
“That’s the goal, right?”
That it was. “I better get back to the ER. Is there anything else you need?”
He shook his head and held up his hand. “Could use some company for dinner later if you’re not busy.”
“Uh, well, I don’t get off until seven, and I don’t know what kind of company I’ll be. It’s been a pretty crazy day in the ER.”
Easy shrugged. “I don’t mind eating late, and I know you’re good company. We can celebrate.”
“I have to, um, well,” I sputtered. I couldn’t think of one thing I had to do after work. I was caught up on all of my laundry and there wasn’t anyone waiting for me at home.
“You have someone else you need to have dinner with tonight?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then I’ll see you at seven.” A smile spread across his lips. “Right?”
How could I say no? “I will see you at seven, Easy.”
Chapter Eleven
Easy
“Leave.”
“What do you mean, leave?’ Greta asked. “I thought Bear and I could have dinner with you tonight.”
“I mean, leave. You don’t have to sit around here with me. I don’t have cancer, and my vision is getting better.”
“You know,” Greta laughed. “Bear and I could just not say anything, and you wouldn’t even know we were here.”
“I can feel your dumbass presence, Greta. It fills the room,” I grunted.
She gasped loudly. “I would be so offended if I actually cared about what you think of me.”
“You know,” Bear’s gravelly voice interrupted. “Greta was pretty worried about you when you hit the floor a few days ago in case you were wondering if she did like you.”
I knew Greta loved me. Her giving me shit was how I knew. She only teased and joked with the ones she cared about. “Eh, I doubt it. She was probably getting my gravestone ready and digging the plot.”
“As if,” Greta scoffed. “I was calling the funeral home. They can take care of digging the hole.”
“Jesus,” Bear cussed. “You two really have that sibling teasing down pat, huh?”
“Why do we need to leave?” Greta asked. “King told me I needed to stay until one of the guys came to stay the night with you.”
Since the first night King had stayed with me, I hadn’t been alone. The guys were taking turns staying with me even when I tried to tell them they didn’t need to. “Because I have plans for dinner that do not include you,” I explained.
“Plans with who?” Greta asked.
“Stop,” Bear whispered.
“Why?” Greta demanded. “I want to know what his plans are,” she insisted.
“If he wanted you to know what his plans were, he would tell you what they were.”
Bear was right, but I knew Greta wasn’t going to shut up until I told her what I was doing. “Birdie is going to have dinner with me. I don’t need you and Bear here to chaperone.”
