Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“You’re not sleeping,” Jack said quietly. It wasn’t a question.
I had my back to him because I wanted him to get some sleep and not have to worry about me. He worried about me quite a lot, and just realizing that fact had made me so extremely happy. I rolled over slowly, making sure I wasn’t lying completely on my side and my head was tilted toward the ceiling.
It wasn’t completely dark in the room, not with all the city lights and the light slipping in underneath the door from the hallway, but it wasn’t as clear as day either. He was lying on the couch, his legs crossed at the ankles. He was wearing pants and a thin, navy blue sweater, which were his casual clothes. I didn’t know why he didn’t wear something more comfortable.
“No,” I replied. “But I’m trying.”
“Do you need anything?”
“No. Thank you. Are you okay there?”
“I’m fine. Try to go to sleep.”
We were silent for a long time. I was staring up at the ceiling when he spoke again.
“It started snowing.”
I rolled my head and looked out the window. Sure enough, you could make out the white flurries flying around. It looked beautiful, and if it held, the city would be covered in white. Winter in NYC was my favorite time of the year, and Christmas would arrive soon—not that I’d be up and running then, but still…Christmas was coming.
“First snow…it’s beautiful. I wish we could go outside and actually feel it. I love snow.”
“There will be more.”
“Jack? Can I ask for something?”
“Of course.”
Before I could even say what I wanted, he was up and by my side. I looked up at him in the dark. I couldn’t make out his features clearly, but I was sure he looked amazing. He always did. He was always so put together, and more than that, there was something about the way he carried himself, so confident and aloof. It pulled you in and kept hold of you. The fact that he looked like a movie star—a really grumpy one—was just an added bonus.
“Do you need water?”
He ran his fingers through my hair and waited for me to answer. He’d been doing that a lot the last few days, which was why I didn’t think he’d turn me down when I made my next request.
“Could you lie with me?” His fingers stilled in my hair. “I know it wouldn’t be comfortable, but just for a little while.”
“Are you cold?”
“Nope.”
Before he could say no, I scooted back to give him a little space. Thanks to the private room, the bed wasn’t as small as the usual hospital beds. Without another word, he lay down next to me.
I turned to my side.
“You’re supposed to lie on your back, not on your side.”
“Thank you for reminding me, doctor, but the back of my head is tingling, and I can barely feel my head. I’ll just stay like this for a few minutes, that’s all.”
He finally turned his head to look at me. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. I don’t have much pain, which is surprising. The headaches aren’t so bad either. I think I could go home.”
I noticed his lips moving up an inch. “Not so fast. We’re here for a few more days.”
So that didn’t work.
“You haven’t been going to work.”
“And?”
“Can you take so many days off like this?”
“I can do whatever I want.”
“But don’t you have clients and whatever stuff that you need to get back to?
“Are you trying to get rid of me, Rose?”
I scooted closer to him and pushed my hand under my cheek. “Nope.” I didn’t want to get rid of him at all. I pulled on the cover he was lying on top of, and as soon as he moved to the side and it was clear, I threw it over him, leaning over and making sure he was covered.
“What’s going on here?”
“Just so you won’t be cold,” I muttered, securing him to my side. It was more like Just so you can’t leave.
He turned to his side as well, staring straight into my soul.
“What’s going on?” he repeated, softer.
“Please tell me this is real,” I whispered. “What I’m starting to feel for you…what I think we have. Please tell me it’s real and I’m not just imagining it.”
My right hand was resting on my hip then a second later it was resting on his broad chest, our fingers linked together. “You’re not imagining it.”
“Do you think it’s smart?”
“You and I?”
I nodded.
“Who cares about being smart. We’re already married so…there is no reason why we shouldn’t go there.”
“Right?” I agreed, perking up. “I was thinking the same thing. It’d be a waste of a marriage.”
“And if you don’t think it’s working or you don’t think I’m what you want, it’ll go back to what it was.”
“Same goes for you, of course. Sometimes I can be an acquired taste. I know that.”