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the bag on the bed and pulls out a sundress. It’s a light shade on aqua. “I thought this matched your eyes,” he says, holding it up.
    His kindness melts another piece of the ice around my heart. “I love it,” I say, taking it from him, running my fingers through the material.
    He goes to the door and closes it. “Try it on.”
    I slide the hospital gown off my shoulders and off my arms. My breasts are exposed and John notices.
    “You are the finest woman I’ve ever seen. If you weren’t hurt I’d kiss them until you come.”
    The idea of his lips on my body sends a wave of desire coursing through me. And I’m about to tell him that kissing my breasts is just what I need to feel better when there’s a knock on the door.
    “Hang on. She’s changing,” John says.
    I quickly slide the dress over my head, careful to avoid the large lump on my head. As soon as it’s covering the important parts, I look at John. “Okay.”
    John opens the door. The doctor comes in holding two coffee mugs. Probably from the gift shop. “Will you sign these?”
    “I’d love to . What are their names?”
    While John handles autographs, I watch the nurse, Amanda, bring in a wheelchair and lock it next to the door. Then she has me sign some paperwork. When we’re finished, the doctor and the nurse leave.
    “What about shoes?” I ask John when he comes to the bed.
    He pulls a pair of black flip-flops from the bag. They’ve got a chunky heel and aqua jewels across the top.
    I’m surprised. “Did you pick these out or did you have someone do it for you? ”
    He fakes indignance, then shock. “I had a little bit of help,” he answers, helping slide the flip-flops on my feet.
    “Thank you so much. I’ll pay you back for them. How much were these?”
    His face darkens. “I bought them as a gift. It’ll hurt my feelings if you pay me back.”
    I clamp my mouth shut. It’s so irritating. I hate feeling like the lesser number in an equation. “Well, thanks again,” I say through clenched teeth.
    “You’re welcome.”
    “So how are we going to do this?” I ask, feeling slightly woozy.
    “I’ve got that worked out too.” John puts an arm around my waist and helps me into the waiting wheelchair. He pushes me down the hall. “We’re going to go out the back door. There’s a limo waiting. I’ll drive you back to the hotel so you can get your stuff and then we’ll drive you home.”
    “You rock.”
    “So do you,” he responds.
    We reach the doors and he struggles to push them open.
    “I can walk,” I say, feeling frustrated.
    “No, I promised the doc I’d wheel you all the way to the car. It’s hospital policy.”
    “Fine,” I grudgingly agree.
    As soon as the doors are open, we’re swarmed with paparazzi. Apparently going out the back door doesn’t deter anybody.
    “What happened?” one shouts.
    “Is it true she’s a prostitute?” another asks.
    John doesn’t say anything. He whispers in my ear. “Keep your head down.”
    I’m already doing that. I’ve no desire to be on the cover of some tabloid.
    “John, there are millions of women who would happily spend time with you. Why did you feel it was necessary to pay a whore?”
    We’re at the limo and a guy has the door open. John locks the wheelchair and helps me in.
    I study his face, worried. He looks angry.
    “You okay?” I ask him quietly.
    He doesn’t respond and closes the door.
    Then he turns and says something to all the paparazzi. I only catch snippets. You… Idea… Fuck…
    He opens the door and slams it shut.
    The driver takes off.

 
     
    Chapter 10
     
    John thanks the driver, whose name is Justin, and we walk into the hotel. It’s like time stands still when we enter the lobby. Everyone seems to freeze for a moment.
    A woman comes around the front desk and moves toward us. “Welcome back , sir. Is there anything I can get you and your…” she pauses and eyes me, then continues, “guest?”
    “We’re good,” John says and