the time being.
Jade watched Luke and Dylan
pile all the fresh fruits and flowers, stuffed toys and presents on
the dining table. In the past few weeks, the Black Bears had visited
her almost every single day at the hospital.
They all brought her
something. Bouquets, fruits, homemade pies and soups, clothes,
stuffed toys, and yes, balloons. They transformed her hospital room
into a riot of cheerful colors and floral scents. The Black Bears
were funny and entertaining, and they made her laugh every time they
came to visit her. She was really glad that her brother had such a
wonderful clan of bears behind him.
Jade looked around Dylan's
spacious apartment. The décor was tasteful, understated and
modern. Dylan lived well, but he wasn't showy and extravagant. His
home was comfortable and everything was of good quality. And he was
even neater than her. All the books and magazines were stowed in
their proper places on shelves and racks, and there wasn't a dirty
coffee cup in sight.
“I'll put the flowers
and presents in your room,” Dylan told her as he picked up the
bouquets and gifts and headed down a corridor.
Luke tugged her to her feet
and whispered with barely contained excitement, “Come on!
Let's go see your room, Jade.”
“Oh.” It wasn't
her room. It was just a guest room. But she gamely let her brother
lead her towards the brightly lit room.
She stopped at the door and
gasped.
“This...this is...”
She pressed her hand to her lips.
Dylan was arranging the
flowers on the table and he straightened up abruptly at her voice.
He shifted his weight and stared at her as she shook her head slowly.
“If you don't like
it...” Dylan began gruffly.
“I...I love it, I do!”
she gushed. “Oh my God! You...you did all this, for me? You
shouldn't have...gosh! This is amazing, Dylan.”
“It wasn't me,”
Dylan said, flushing. “Luke did it.”
“It's him all right,”
Luke said, ignoring Dylan's glare. “Dylan got me and a few of
our team members to do up the guest room. He's your bodyguard, and
he refused to leave your side, so he gave me the key to his place and
told me to do it up so it would look like your bedroom back home. I
remember you love the color purple, and you had everything in shades
of purple in your room. The bedsheets, the lights, the curtains,
even your dressing table.” Luke grinned.
Jade could only nod shakily.
The frilly curtains and bedsheets were the prettiest shade of lilac.
The pillows and lampshade were violet and the table tops were
wine-colored. There were framed photographs of Luke and her as kids
on her bedside table, and scores of get-well cards.
“My room...” she
breathed, touched beyond words.
“This is your room,
Jade,” Dylan said. “Everything...” He gestured
around. “...is yours.”
“Oh, Dylan, you didn't
have to do this. Thank you!” She turned to her beaming
brother. “Thank you, Luke, and thank your teammates for me. I
really don't know what to say!”
Luke made a show of looking
at his watch. “Oh gosh, look at the time! I've got to get
back to the office. There's a briefing and I don't want to be late.
See ya, Dylan.”
Luke gave her a big hug and a
kiss on the cheek. “Dylan's a really good guy,” Luke
whispered in her ear. He grinned at the expression on her face and
promptly scooted out the door, leaving her to gape at the empty
doorway.
Jade turned around to give
Dylan a sheepish smile. Had he heard what Luke said?
Her brother seemed to be
trying to get her alone with Dylan as much as possible. What the
hell was that rascal up to? Was he trying to play matchmaker? Luke,
a matchmaker? She almost laughed out loud at the idea.
But Dylan was indeed a really
good guy. And he was hot.
Jade had never dated a hot,
good guy. The good guys weren't hot, and the hot guys weren't good.
She just never seemed to have the luck to meet someone who was
just...perfect for her. The guys she dated had been bad for her, for
her heart and her
Gwyn Cready
Alyssa Brugman
Laura Browning
C D Ledbetter
Denise A. Agnew
Roberta Gellis
Carol Marinelli
Joel Fuhrman; Neal D. Barnard
Keith R. A. DeCandido
Mary Manners