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.Alfred deserved better than a hastily written noteand a stealthy departure in the middle of the night.There was no other way -- Alex would haveto face him, and the sooner the better.However, due to his uncle's failing health, he'd have to becareful when and how much to confess.He took his frustrations out on the note he d written,tearing it into tiny pieces before dropping it into a trashcan.A hot shower did wonders for his headache and fatigue, and he was cautiously optimistic abouthis upcoming conversation by the time he was dressed.It was a great relief that the procedurehad been a success, even if it did drive home the point that both he and Paul were needed to helpAlfred recover from the double blow of losing a partner and treating a failing heart.Alex vowedthat, for the first time since his mother's illness, he'd put others' needs before his own.The room service breakfast was palatable, if lonely, accustomed as he was to company andconversation with his morning coffee and eggs.If you get a condo.Alex sighed, realizing thatfreedom came with the price of solitude, something he'd valued only a few short weeks ago.Now, the thought of living alone, dining alone, sleeping alone, just seemed so.lonely.Animage of Paul curled up on his bed came unbidden to his mind.He slammed the door on it.Therewas no need to fantasize about what he knew he couldn't have and shouldn't want.Hospital visiting hours were still an hour away but, tired of pacing in his hotel room, opulent as itwas, Alex drove to Mercy General to browse through the gift shop in search of a suitable present.Judging by the well-kept gardens behind the house, his uncle liked flowers, so he perused theirdisplay of cut arrangements, at a loss for what to buy.Paul would know.Yes, Paul would know, just like he knew Alfred's favorite meal or which magazines to pack.Alex sighed and selected an arrangement of carnations, trusting the clerk that it was their bestseller while pointedly ignoring the buxom redhead's blatant flirting.Here he was to see a sickloved one, and he still found himself being hit on.Biting back an angry retort, he paid for hispurchase with a platinum card, earning another thinly veiled come on, and hastily departedbefore tossing decorum to the winds and repaying rudeness with rudeness.He soon remembered that flattery and flirtation did have their place in the great scheme of things,artfully employing both to charm his way into his uncle's room thirty minutes early.His soft tapwas answered with a raspy, "Come in," and he entered the dimly lit room to find his uncle awakeand smiling."Alex!" Alfred cried happily."You're early.I hadn't expected to see you until later.""I just couldn't wait to see you.How are you feeling?" Alex asked eagerly, easing farther into theroom.He placed the flowers on an already laden cart, crowded with gladiolas in various pastelThe Wish - 88 hues.His hastily chosen bouquet of yellow carnations appeared as out of place as he'd felt thenight before, seated at the dining room table and listening to the others' shared memories --memories he'd cheated himself out of.His uncle admired the offering as though it were the finest arrangement in the room instead ofwhat it was -- an afterthought."I'm doing as well as can be expected, I suppose.Thank you forthe flowers, Alex, they're lovely."Alfred reached for his water glass and Alex hurried to assist, stopped by a harsh glare and anadmonishing, "I'm hardly helpless.The closet bench is one thing.This is just a sip of water.""I know, sir," Alex replied, suddenly feeling very awkward."This type of surgery isn't what it used to be," his uncle explained."They use lasers and balloonsnow.They still make an incision, only it's tiny." He held up fingers spaced approximately twoinches apart."No more 'stem-to-stern.' Why, they tell me the scar will hardly be visible.Theyeven cut into my groin, not my chest," he said, adding with a wicked grin, "I always knew thatwas the true way to a man's heart.Do you think they listened to me?"Smiling at his uncle's good mood and feeling more optimistic about the chances of a fullrecovery, despite the lack of information from the surgeon, Alex pulled a chair closer to the bedand collapsed into it, his sleepless night taking its toll."Did they feed you breakfast?" he asked,stifling a yawn and recalling his own lonely repast.Alfred snorted."If you can call it that.Juice and broth are hardly the breakfast of champions.""Yeah? Well, I missed you this morning.I'm not used to eating alone anymore.I'm becoming abit spoiled, I'm afraid," he confessed."Alone? Where was Paul? Speaking of Paul, why isn't he with you?" Alfred's eyes darted aroundthe room as if expecting to see the man lurking in a corner unnoticed.Okay, Alex hadn't planned to broach the subject this soon, but his faux pas had opened the door,so he hoped for the best and walked through."I.I didn't stay at the house last night, andincidentally, I'm borrowing your BMW."Alfred appeared momentarily confused, and then a wry grin spread across his face.He winkedand asked, "Ah.and just who was the lucky woman [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Alfred deserved better than a hastily written noteand a stealthy departure in the middle of the night.There was no other way -- Alex would haveto face him, and the sooner the better.However, due to his uncle's failing health, he'd have to becareful when and how much to confess.He took his frustrations out on the note he d written,tearing it into tiny pieces before dropping it into a trashcan.A hot shower did wonders for his headache and fatigue, and he was cautiously optimistic abouthis upcoming conversation by the time he was dressed.It was a great relief that the procedurehad been a success, even if it did drive home the point that both he and Paul were needed to helpAlfred recover from the double blow of losing a partner and treating a failing heart.Alex vowedthat, for the first time since his mother's illness, he'd put others' needs before his own.The room service breakfast was palatable, if lonely, accustomed as he was to company andconversation with his morning coffee and eggs.If you get a condo.Alex sighed, realizing thatfreedom came with the price of solitude, something he'd valued only a few short weeks ago.Now, the thought of living alone, dining alone, sleeping alone, just seemed so.lonely.Animage of Paul curled up on his bed came unbidden to his mind.He slammed the door on it.Therewas no need to fantasize about what he knew he couldn't have and shouldn't want.Hospital visiting hours were still an hour away but, tired of pacing in his hotel room, opulent as itwas, Alex drove to Mercy General to browse through the gift shop in search of a suitable present.Judging by the well-kept gardens behind the house, his uncle liked flowers, so he perused theirdisplay of cut arrangements, at a loss for what to buy.Paul would know.Yes, Paul would know, just like he knew Alfred's favorite meal or which magazines to pack.Alex sighed and selected an arrangement of carnations, trusting the clerk that it was their bestseller while pointedly ignoring the buxom redhead's blatant flirting.Here he was to see a sickloved one, and he still found himself being hit on.Biting back an angry retort, he paid for hispurchase with a platinum card, earning another thinly veiled come on, and hastily departedbefore tossing decorum to the winds and repaying rudeness with rudeness.He soon remembered that flattery and flirtation did have their place in the great scheme of things,artfully employing both to charm his way into his uncle's room thirty minutes early.His soft tapwas answered with a raspy, "Come in," and he entered the dimly lit room to find his uncle awakeand smiling."Alex!" Alfred cried happily."You're early.I hadn't expected to see you until later.""I just couldn't wait to see you.How are you feeling?" Alex asked eagerly, easing farther into theroom.He placed the flowers on an already laden cart, crowded with gladiolas in various pastelThe Wish - 88 hues.His hastily chosen bouquet of yellow carnations appeared as out of place as he'd felt thenight before, seated at the dining room table and listening to the others' shared memories --memories he'd cheated himself out of.His uncle admired the offering as though it were the finest arrangement in the room instead ofwhat it was -- an afterthought."I'm doing as well as can be expected, I suppose.Thank you forthe flowers, Alex, they're lovely."Alfred reached for his water glass and Alex hurried to assist, stopped by a harsh glare and anadmonishing, "I'm hardly helpless.The closet bench is one thing.This is just a sip of water.""I know, sir," Alex replied, suddenly feeling very awkward."This type of surgery isn't what it used to be," his uncle explained."They use lasers and balloonsnow.They still make an incision, only it's tiny." He held up fingers spaced approximately twoinches apart."No more 'stem-to-stern.' Why, they tell me the scar will hardly be visible.Theyeven cut into my groin, not my chest," he said, adding with a wicked grin, "I always knew thatwas the true way to a man's heart.Do you think they listened to me?"Smiling at his uncle's good mood and feeling more optimistic about the chances of a fullrecovery, despite the lack of information from the surgeon, Alex pulled a chair closer to the bedand collapsed into it, his sleepless night taking its toll."Did they feed you breakfast?" he asked,stifling a yawn and recalling his own lonely repast.Alfred snorted."If you can call it that.Juice and broth are hardly the breakfast of champions.""Yeah? Well, I missed you this morning.I'm not used to eating alone anymore.I'm becoming abit spoiled, I'm afraid," he confessed."Alone? Where was Paul? Speaking of Paul, why isn't he with you?" Alfred's eyes darted aroundthe room as if expecting to see the man lurking in a corner unnoticed.Okay, Alex hadn't planned to broach the subject this soon, but his faux pas had opened the door,so he hoped for the best and walked through."I.I didn't stay at the house last night, andincidentally, I'm borrowing your BMW."Alfred appeared momentarily confused, and then a wry grin spread across his face.He winkedand asked, "Ah.and just who was the lucky woman [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]