A Coldwater Warm Hearts Wedding by Lexi Eddings

Author:Lexi Eddings [Eddings, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“If it be possible, as much as lieth in you,

live peaceably with all men.” That’s the lesson

Pastor Mark tried to teach us last week.

Obviously, he’s never met Michael Evans.

—Heather Walker’s take on the Book of Romans

“Think I’ll go check on the Bugtussle boy in 208. According to his chart, he’s responding well to treatment. Last night, Doc Warner said he might remove his IV today and start him on antibiotics by mouth if the fever is under control,” Glenda said, and skittered down the hallway, leaving Heather to the wolves.

Wolf, she corrected herself. There was a feral glint in Michael’s eyes as he approached. Almost a proprietary gleam.

“Hi.” He propped the stuffed animal on the counter between them like some furry peace offering. The words “I care beary much” were embroidered on a stupid little heart sewn to the middle of its chest. “I want to—”

“Are you here to see someone?” she interrupted.

“Sure am. I’m here to see you, beautiful.”

If she could trust a word coming out of his mouth, she’d have blushed more deeply than Glenda had. She dropped her gaze. He’s too darn hot for my own good. “I’m busy.”

“I can see that. This won’t take long.”

“It’ll take no time at all. If you aren’t here to visit a patient, you have to leave. Hospital policy.”

“Heather, I’m trying to apologize.”

“‘Trying’ is the operative word. I haven’t heard anything that convinces me you’re even a little sorry for leaving me hanging.”

“You haven’t let me get a word in edgewise.”

“So this is my fault?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You haven’t said anything.”

His mouth lifted in that guaranteed-to-make-a-girl-forget-her-own-name smile. and he leaned an elbow on the counter. Then he jerked a thumb toward the stuffed bear. “I thought I’d let Yogi here do the talking for me.”

Heather glared at the bear and then back at him. “Yogi says you’re an idiot.”

Something passed behind Michael’s eyes. It flashed and was gone, like sunlight glinting on Lake Jewel and then disappearing when clouds roll in. Heather was attuned to reading her patients’ micro-expressions. She recognized pain when she saw it.

Stricken, she realized her words had hurt him. That wasn’t like her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, you did and you’d be right. I was always the class idiot.”

“Don’t try to change the subject,” she said. No way he was going to trick her into defending him. “You might have called, you know.”

“You never gave me your number. I had to follow my sister home to find out where you lived.”

“You could have called Lacy.”

“I didn’t have cell service.”

“Where were you? Outer Mongolia?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute, but first, let me say I’m sorry. Truly, deeply sorry,” Mike said, his gray eyes sincere. “I didn’t mean to stand you up, but it couldn’t be helped.”

Heather drew a deep breath. If Glenda could forgive Lester, whose sins were legion, she ought to at least hear Michael out over his one and only screwup. “OK. Where were you last night when you were supposed to be with me?”

* * *

Michael had hoped he wouldn’t have to tell Heather about MoreCommas.

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