Page 20 of Make It Last

I glanced up at him. “Oh, you know. Bored.”

“Nice of Tanner to bring you some pizza for dinner.”

“I know, but what do I do with it now?” I looked at the pizza box with two slices left.

“Well, you can put it in the refrigerator.”

“The one for medicine and stuff?” I pressed.

“Sure thing. I’ll box it up for you in something smaller,” Chris offered.

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“I can have cold pizza for breakfast. Sweet,” I teased.

Chris chuckled, tapping a few keys on the laptop and resting his hand on the bed railing. “You should be out of here in a few days. What’s your plan?”

“I don’t know!” I exclaimed. “Holly said she’s going to see what she can find for me.”

“Oh, Holly has connections.”

“Do you have connections?”

Chris chuckled. “The same ones Holly does. She’s probably more persuasive than me, all things considered.”

“You think? You’re as nice as Holly.”

“I know, but she’s bossier.”

I burst out laughing. “I see that.”

He lifted the pizza box. “Let’s see what we can do.” Within minutes, he had placed the remaining two slices in a container and held it up. “We’ll label it. No one’s going to confuse this with anything else. How’s your pain, though? You don’t mention it.”

“Well, even though you all are phasing me off the good stuff, I’m still okay.”

Chris’s blue eyes twinkled. He was handsome, objectively speaking. He was also happily married to his husband, who happened to stop by one day while Chris and I were working.

“We’re titrating you down on the morphine, and you’re still not reporting an increase in pain. You’re going to be fine. Ankle breaks like this are a pain in the ass.”

“No shit.”

“My friends left.” I pouted, feigning dramatic sadness. I was disappointed they were gone, but in all honesty, I didn’t really want to go home. I hated it there right now.

It was one thing to get cheated on. That’s the oldest story in the book. But I’d married for all the wrong reasons, so I was humiliated and disappointed in myself for deciding to marry Brad.

“Keep me posted. Although I’m sure Holly will keep me posted. If you need a place to stay, we’ll scramble and find it.”

“I can’t believe I can’t just fly home.”

“You could,” Chris pointed out.

“I know, but it would cost a fortune. I’ve already looked into it.”

“Consider this an extended vacation.”

“Are you going to be my physical therapist when I’m out?” I asked.