a few more minutes before I finally catch her. Then, when her lips touch mine, I realize the girl I can’t seem to get out of my head, is cementing herself in my heart.
“Hello,” I smile to the woman at the front desk. “I’m visiting a few patients today, one is Stephanie Covey,” I say hoping it’s the same last name as Heather.
Her eyes bulge as her jaw falls slack. I stand there, waiting for her to recover before she sputters out her words. “Oh. Oh, wow. Umm, Eli, I mean, Mr. Walsh, of course.” The front desk nurse types on the computer, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks with her hair.
“Take your time.” She glances at me, and I give her the panty-dropping smile that I use for concerts and photo shoots.
She bites her lip and then lets out a nervous giggle. “Stephanie Covey, yes. She’s in room 334.”
There are some serious perks to being famous, one of which is people tend to forget certain things like patient confidentiality. It’s probably why I’ll always have private care if I ever need it.
“Thanks, doll.” I place one of the flowers from Stephanie’s bouquet on the counter in front of her and wink. I don’t know anyone that actually winks in real life, but apparently, if you’re famous, it’s a sure-fire way to get women excited.
The nurse clutches the flower to her chest with wide eyes. It really does work every time.
After I dropped Heather off, I started forming a plan. I have a big event coming up, and I want to do something special for her. She’s a giver. She sacrifices everything for the people she loves.
Her ex-husband is a fucking moron, but, I’m kind of glad for it because it allowed me a chance to meet her. One man’s mistake is another man’s fortune and Heather is the fucking pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I grab my phone and text her.
Me: Thinking of me?
Heather: Oh my God! You did not save your number under the name God’s Gift to Women!
I had to program my fucking number in her phone after our boat date. She refused to enter it, claiming she liked the arrangement where I randomly show up.
Me: Well, I am. However, you still haven’t answered if you were thinking of me.
Heather: Nope not once actually. Who are you again?
I laugh.
Me: Liar. And you know exactly who this is, baby. My ears were itching or ringing . . . whatever it is when someone is thinking of you . . . I figured I should do something about it.
Heather: You should see an ENT about that. Sounds like a medical condition.
Me: You wound me.
I love that she has no problem giving me shit. So many girls would be falling over themselves, but not her.
Heather: Actually, I was thinking of you before. I had a call, and this girl was going crazy over how much she loved Four Blocks Down. She was good people.
Me: See, if you would’ve taken my number and I didn’t have to trick you, you could’ve called me. I would’ve made her a very happy fan.
Heather: Good to know. I’ll be sure to call you each time someone talks about the God that you are. *eye roll*
I can picture her saying it and almost hear the sarcasm in her voice. Could I like this girl anymore at this moment? Doubtful.
Me: I’ll be picking you up on Thursday at seven in the morning.
Heather: You will, huh?
Me: I will. I have something I want to show you.
Heather: Well, I guess I can squeeze you in.
Me: I’m honored.
Heather: Seriously, though. It depends on if Stephanie is released, can we play it by ear?
I will never stand in her way with her sister, which is why I’m here. It’s one thing to say the words and another to actually follow through with action. She should never doubt me, I’m hoping to prove this to her now.
Me: Of course, I’ll be in touch.
Heather: Thanks, Eli. I really was thinking of you. (Don’t let that go to your head.) *wink*
I have a shit-eating grin on my face as I push off from the wall I was leaning against and start walking. Nerves that I don’t normally feel start to build as I approach Stephanie’s door. What if she doesn’t know that her sister and I are . . . whatever we are? Am I going to seriously piss off Heather?
Instead of getting ahead of myself, I say