“Oh God, not the hospital.” He groaned and reached for it, knocking over an empty glass next to his bed. “Shit!” Good thing the sun was setting because he’d neglected to draw the curtains before he dozed off. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sleeping but he guessed about three to four hours. “Hello?” “Nicky, it’s Alex.” Thank God. “Hi chum, what’s up?” He sat up straight in the bed and fingered his locks. “I wanted to chat with you about Saturday night. Do you mind if Sharnette brings her friend Rhoda along? Perhaps the two of you will hit it off.” “No, no, not at all. It’s not like I’ve got much going on in the date department at the moment. Perhaps a fixed connection is exactly what I need.” “Oh, good. I wasn’t sure how to ask you. Sharnette called me about it when I was taking a break and we went back and forth until I finally gave in. That woman really knows how to manipulate my mind.” He sighed. “Oh what a problem to have,” Nicholas chided and lay on his side, gazing out the window.
