My wallet, too, I'm guessing.
When I came to, I was here, wearing this" - he pinched at his hospital gown - "freakin' thing."
"I'll get your stuff for you."
I dumped my toiletries back in the bag, then went to sit in the chair beside him with my coffee in hand.
"Gideon's making arrangements to get you home with a private nurse."
"Ooh .
that's a fantasy of mine.
Can you make sure the nurse is hot? And single?" My brows rose.
Inside, though, I was so relieved to see him looking and sounding more like himself.
"You're obviously feeling better, if you're feeling frisky.
How did things go with Trey?" "Good."
He sighed.
"I'd worried that the party wouldn't be his scene.
I forgot that he knew a lot of the people already."
Cary and Trey had met at a photo shoot, with Cary modeling and Trey assisting the photographer behind the camera.
"I'm glad you had a good time."
"Yeah.
He was totally set on not getting laid."
"So you tried .
after you said you wouldn't."
"This is me we're talking about."
He rolled his eyes.
"Hell yeah, I tried.
He's hot and great in bed - " " - and in love with you."
He released his pent-up breath in a rush, wincing as his chest expanded.
"No one's perfect."
I had to bite back a laugh.
"Cary Taylor.
Loving you isn't a character defect."
"Well, it's not very smart.