“We’re coming, and you’re going to insist she bring her older sisters.” Liam’s statement was so matter-of-fact Nick couldn’t help chuckle.
“You probably don’t even remember their names.” Nick cautiously climbed into the backseat, trying not to jostle his arm too much.
“Miriam,” Lyle said.
“Leanne,” Sam added.
“I don’t remember what the older girl’s name is, but the one who’s my age is Rachel, and she’s smokin’ hot, so you’re inviting her.” Liam shifted the SUV into reverse and backed out of the relatively normal parking spot he’d chosen in the hospital parking lot.
“They’re probably all married by now,” Nick said.
“No way. We would have received invitations. Our dads have been best friends since before any of us were born,” Liam said.
“Besides, you owe us for having to sit in that horrible waiting room for an hour while you were flirting with Adele,” Lyle added.
“Whose idea was it to go skydiving again?” Nick sighed and rested his head against the window and closed his eyes.
“It was your idea, Nick, don’t you remember?” Liam asked.
“No, definitely not my idea.” Why could he be so confident and mature in front of Adele and then let his brothers walk all over him. He’d have to think about that. For now, he had a date to plan. And a throbbing arm. He moaned. He wasn’t sure if the words he murmured were loud enough for anyone to hear. “How about a pool party? Would it be too forward to invite them out to the estate?”
“See, you do come up with good ideas.” Lyle reached behind and smacked Nick on his leg.
They were quiet for most of the ride home and his brothers scattered to their various suites when they got into the compound.
Nick trudged up the grand staircase toward his suite, wishing he’d taken the elevator when feeling the weight of the day’s events; barreling through the open sky strapped to an instructor, crashing to the ground and having his arm torn up, then being tortured by the most beautiful nurse in the greater Jerusalem area.
After he kicked off his shoes and slid into the middle of his king-sized bed, Nick pulled out his phone and sent Adele a quick text.
Meds wore off. What did you do to me? I’m dizzy and throbbing in pain.
Sorry about that, her text came back right away. It was just a few stitches.
Stiches?? He looked down at his arm that was still wrapped in gauze. When did you give me stiches?
While you were bragging about how you’d soon be a billionaire and best-selling novelist. It’s amazing what a girl can get away with when she’s distracting a hot guy by making him feel like a peacock.
My brothers want you and your sisters to come over for a pool party this weekend…
You’re not supposed to be getting your arm wet.
I’ll sit on a lounge chair and watch the rest of you play in the pool.
I’d rather sit with you if that’s okay, her text read.
I would love that. Would he ever.
Then it’s a date.
My arm hurts, he typed. Can you come nurse me back to health?