High-Heeler Wonder (Killer Style 1)

She drew him closer and tugged him backward until they were both lying on the hospital bed. “I lov—” The rest of her declaration was swallowed in their passion as his lips met hers. It didn’t matter. She’d have plenty of time to tell—and show—him later.

The door slammed open and Tony raised his head. A nurse came running in—Henry, Anton, Anya, and Drea hot on her heels. The group was halfway in the room before they slammed to a stop, bumping into each other like the Three Stooges.

The nurse eyeballed Tony and Sylvie tangled up together on the bed. “Your heart monitor seems to be malfunctioning.”

“Or not,” said Drea cheekily

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Glancing at the fast-beeping machine beside her, Sylvie’s cheeks flamed. Oops. “Everything’s fine here. Sorry for the false alarm.”

The nurse winked at them, turned, and walked out the door.

“Don’t make me put a hit out on you,” Anya warned, a slight smile tugging her lips.

Henry shook his head and ushered everyone out the door before closing it, leaving Tony and Sylvie alone again.

She buried her face in Tony’s shoulder, her heart nearly bursting with excitement, awe, and love. “So, what do we do now?”

He sat up with her, an arm around her shoulders, and swiped the lime Jell-O from her tray. “Let’s eat. Then we’ll figure it out together.”

Sylvie laughed and gave him a hug, then grabbed the spoon. “There’s no hope for you.”

“Maybe.” He kissed her, teasing her lips with expert skill and setting off that damn heart monitor again. “But there’s lots of hope for us.”