“Hey—I just had an idea.” “Uh-oh.” “I want to know how things went last night after I left, and you haven’t eaten all day, so you’re definitely hungry, right? How about you tell me over dinner?” She stopped, looking around to see if anyone had heard him, but all of the nurses she could see looked far too busy to bother listening. Say no, her brain shouted, but her mouth was too fast. “What did you have in mind?” “Ethan’s picking up Bellinis—bringing it to Avery’s House. It’s kind of our Thursday-night tradition. I know they’d love to hear how things went at the fund-raiser.” He winked. “We can call it a business dinner if it’ll make you feel better.” She rolled her eyes. She so wanted to say yes, but she knew if she spent one more outside-the-hospital minute with this man, she was going to lose her freaking head. And yet no thank you wasn’t what came out of her mouth next. “One question—do you guys ever eat anything but Mama B’s cooking?”
