Diversion Box Set Volume 1 by Eden Winters

Author:Eden Winters [Winters, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romantic suspense
Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Published: 2019-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Another day, after another night spent alone. Lucky schlepped a few pitiful totes up to the pharmacy. One look at Ava and Martin confirmed they’d likely been a part of Bo’s drug packing party the night before. Lucky shot a lethal glare at a woman in a white dispensing jacket who appeared far too rested to have been up half the night.

“Shit! Is that all?” Ava moaned. “This won’t last half a day.”

Good people. They might paint themselves blue and dance naked around bonfires on their off time, for all Lucky cared, but they actually gave a fuck about their jobs. He’d make it a point not to growl the next time Ava smiled at him.

At lunchtime Lucky joined the throng in the cafeteria, hoping to catch sight of Bo. The man couldn’t keep pushing himself like this. Lucky made it halfway through the lunch line before realizing he’d made selections with Bo in mind and not for himself—vegetable soup (“No, sir, there’s no meat in there”), a Granny Smith apple, and a deviled egg sandwich on wheat bread.

Nearly every chair held a uniformed worker of some kind, but Lucky managed to find a two-seater table out of the way. He stared down at his plate. Had Bo bothered to eat today? A shadow fell over his table. “I hate to bother you, but there doesn’t seem to be anywhere else to sit. Mind if I join you?”

The smile on Bo’s face didn’t reach his eyes. Uh-oh. What now?

“Sure, if you don’t mind sittin’ with a basement dweller.”

Something flashed across Bo’s face that Lucky couldn’t quite identify. Embarrassment, maybe? For Lucky being a basement dweller?

“You should try the coleslaw,” Bo suggested. “Pretty tasty.” Like Lucky guessed, Bo had chosen the vegetable soup and egg salad sandwich. He kept up a running monologue of inane banter, merely picking at his food. Lucky moved the apple from his plate to Bo’s.

The more Bo said, the faster he talked, and the faster his leg bounced. At last he excused himself and took off for the door, barely pausing long enough to deposit his tray and garbage in the bins provided. What? He didn’t recycle? He must be pretty tired, or shook up.

Lucky finished his meal and stood to leave when he noticed the folded sheet of paper where Bo’s glass had been. He ran a napkin over the table, sliding the note under his lunch tray. On his way out the door, he parted company with the tray and slipped the note into his pocket.

He ducked into a convenient bathroom and parked himself in a stall to read Bo’s message. The hospital administrator refuses to buy from the gray market, but Danvers isn’t going to listen. He gave me this number to call. They didn’t ask what I needed, they told me, and rattled off a list of everything we’re short of. They even had meds we haven’t been able to get in weeks. How the fuck did they find out? He’d given a number with a local area code.

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