“Any time.” She closed her laptop and put it on the table, uncrossing her legs to stand.
“Don’t stop working on my account. I just came out in search of something to eat.”
“Other than me?” She grinned at him.
“Don’t
tempt me.” Who was he kidding? She was always tempting him. His body felt shattered, and yet he could still feel himself stir at the sight of her as she uncurled her legs and stood, her ponytail swinging.
“I’ll grab myself a sandwich if that’s okay with you. Then I’ll head home to get some real clothes.”
She glanced at his green-cotton clad legs. “I kind of like those scrubs. They fulfill all my doctor fantasies.”
He shook his head at her wicked grin. “In that case, I’ll keep them.”
She walked into the kitchen area, brushing past him. He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing her ass. “Hey, stop mauling the cook,” she told him, grinning as she opened the refrigerator. “What do you want on your sandwich?”
“I can make it.”
She turned, tipping her head to the side. “I know you can. But I’d like to make it for you. Go sit down, you must be aching like crazy. How are the cuts?”
He ran his finger down the one on his face. “Not hurting.”
“That’s good. Now shoo,” she said, waving her hands in the direction of the sofa. “Let me feed my man.”
“You’re bossy.”
“I’m learning from the master.” She blew a kiss at him as he sunk into the sofa’s squashy cushions, then pulled the bread from the cupboard, deftly making two pastrami sandwiches. She carried them over, along with two glasses of ice water, before sitting next to him, her thigh skimming his.
“Thank you,” he said softly, as she passed him a plate.
“It’s just a sandwich.”
“I wasn’t talking about the sandwich. I was talking about last night. You coming to the hospital, then taking me home. It means a lot.” He brushed his lips against her cheek.
“It meant a lot to me that you let me.” She gave him a shy smile. “I know Lucas wanted you to come home with him. And Jackson, too.”
“I can’t imagine Jackson looking after anybody.” Griff raised an eyebrow. “There’s probably nothing more than a six pack of beer and a moldy lemon in his fridge. I prefer the pastrami.” He took a bite of the sandwich, letting out a low moan. “God, this is good.” He swallowed and his stomach gurgled in appreciation.
“How’s your work going?” he asked her after drinking some water.
“It’s okay. I’m trying to get everything finalized for the charity day on the pier. And my sister keeps bugging me on instant messenger, asking how you are.”
“What’s your sister’s name?” he asked.
“Lydia. She’s a few years younger than me.”
“Does she look like you?”
“I think I’ve got a picture of her somewhere. Hang on.” Autumn grabbed her phone and scrolled through it, biting her lip as she concentrated on the screen. “There you go. That’s us at my dad’s summer party in the Hamptons.”
“The Hamptons, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, then took her phone, looking at the two women grinning on the screen. Autumn was wearing a pale blue dress, her shoulders bare, and her hair cascading in curls down her back. Her sister was smaller, more athletic, with skin a darker shade and her hair blonder and longer. But the resemblance between them was unmistakable, from the same pale blue eyes to the wide, toothy grin. “She’s pretty, but not as pretty as you.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“What does she do?”
“Lydia? Oh god.” Autumn laughed. “She’s Lydia. That’s pretty much her full time job.”