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“Boyfriend?” Jane said.
“Yes,” the nurse said. “That handsome dark-haired guy who brought you in. He said he’d be back at six.”
“He’s not my - ”
“Jane?”
Her head snapped up, and her mouth dropped open when her boss peered past the curtain. “Hi, how are you feeling?”
“Better, thank you. Um, what are you doing here?”
“I told you he’d be back to pick you up.” The nurse smiled at Mr. Dawson. “You’re very prompt, I like it.”
He grinned at her, and she flushed a little before clearing her throat. “Have a good evening, you two.”
She left, and Jane stared at her boss. “You didn’t have to come back here, Mr. Dawson. I can take the bus home.”
“It’s freezing out,” he said. “Also, I think you can call me Luke, don’t you?”
“Uh, sure, okay,” she said.
“Good.” His gaze landed on the brochures, and he plucked them from her hand before she could hide them. He looked them over before staring at her. She shook her head.
“The doctor gave those to me, but I don’t have an eating disorder.”
He didn’t say anything, and she bit her bottom lip. “I don’t. I swear I don’t.”
“Okay,” he said. There was an uncomfortable silence, and she cleared her throat loudly.
“Uh, I was going to get dressed so…”
“Right, of course,” he said. “I’ll be outside the curtain. Shout for me if you need help.”
She flushed bright red as he retreated. Jane swung her legs over and sat on the side of the bed for a moment. Why had he come back? It didn’t make any sense.
Probably wanted to fire you in person.
Her stomach clenched and then gurgled, and she pressed her hand against it.
He’s not going to fire me, she thought desperately.
Don’t be naïve. You spent most of Thursday morning sleeping in his office, and today, you fainted, and he had to take you to the hospital. Your ass is so fired, girl.
Well, crap. She was getting fired. She grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly. She wouldn’t cry, she told herself fiercely. No matter what, she wouldn’t cry in front of Luke and embarrass herself further.
CHAPTER 7
Luke parked in front of Jane’s apartment building. He started to unbuckle his seatbelt, and she gave him a startled look.
“You don’t have to walk me to my apartment.”
“Like hell, I don’t,” he said.
“Mr. Dawson, I - ”
“Luke,” he reminded her, “and stop arguing with me. I’m walking you to your apartment.”
He ignored her sigh and climbed out of the car. He took her arm, and she smiled tentatively at him. “I don’t feel dizzy anymore.”
