His eyes teetered behind him, to the left and right of him. “Uh …”
Great. I’d have to be his Uber driver home too.
“Well … we’re here.” I tipped my chin toward the door.
But he didn’t get out of the car.
“What’s the matter? Are you waiting for the VIP service to give you a piggyback ride or something?”
“No.” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
I stared at him, my fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “No offense, but you need to get out. There’s still a ton of stuff I need to do regarding this wedding that’s not going down. Not to mention, I need to make sure that my brother is not going to do something stupid. Like find James or try to get Brandy back.”
Austin’s eyes turned to angry slits. “If he wants to beat James to a pulp, I wouldn’t mind. But he wouldn’t go back to Brandy, would he?”
I sighed, staring at the doors to the entrance, at the few people in wheelchairs at the curb. When Alec loved, he loved fully and completely. He wasn’t the overly sensitive type, but growing up with six girls, he wasn’t your typical macho type either.
“I don’t think so.” But I wasn’t sure. He loved her. And love made you do stupid things. “And … you’re still here.”
He let out one heavy exhale. “I’m not going out there … like this.”
“Like what?”
He pointed to his face like it was obvious, and I rolled my eyes.
He looked genuinely panicked. “It’s not like that. Did you see the chaos I caused last time, coming in here?”
“Well, how am I going to help you?” I threw up both hands. “Do you want me to disguise you as me?” I reeled back at the smile on his face. “What are you smiling at? Get out of my car.”
“It’s possible,” he said, as though he was truly considering it.
“What’s possible?”
His grin widened, and I had no idea what I was in for.
Ten minutes later, he was in my jacket—the long down sleeping bag of a coat —with my hat pulled and stretched over his head, resting below his eyebrow line. The jacket was too small to put his arms through, so he wore it like a cape around his neck. If he was trying for inconspicuous, he was failing miserably.
“You look ridiculous.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
“If you only bought clothes that were your size.”
I pushed through the revolving doors of the hospital, and he followed in the same stall, irking me.
“What is that even supposed to mean?” I asked.
“If you didn’t wear clothes so snuggly, I’d have a bigger coat. Plus … I’d stop checking you out.”
My cheeks heated, but I ignored him. I was dropping him off at the counter, and once he was escorted up to the room, I was leaving. As soon as I got my coat back, I was out of here.
“I should have brought a disguise, some sunglasses, a sun hat even …” Now, he was just mumbling to himself.
The woman in front of us in the revolving door stopped. Stupid wheelchair had gotten stuck in the door. She could have gone through the handicap entrance.
“And I do buy normal-sized clothes,” I said, going back to his earlier comment.
“Could have fooled me. Not in those jeans.”
His warm breath skated against my skin, and I peered up at him, throwing him my most menacing look.