The Tycoon's Proposition
He shook his head.
“Are you cold?”
Again he made the same gesture.
After a moment of consideration, “Are you laughing?”
He nodded.
Her lips curved into a smile. “My Spanish was that awful?”
Once more he shook his head.
“Liar,” she whispered, loving their one-sided conversation more than she’d loved anything in years.
“I’m glad you can laugh, but maybe you shouldn’t, just in case it pulls at the stitches under your chin. When your wife comes rushing in, I’m sure she’ll be looking for the same attractive man she married before the accident.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t be modest. I’ve seen your eyes, remember? And you’ve got great legs.”
His body shook again.
“With that head of dark hair, something tells me there’s a real hunk hidden under all those bandages. In case you haven’t heard the word ‘hunk’ before, it means, a good-looking man. In Spanish a woman would say, muy guapo. You’ve probably been called that a lot around here.”
She left him long enough to find the packages she’d bought and had asked to be gift-wrapped.
“These are for you. I think they’ll fit. You’re probably six feet two or three. I thought you’d want to be wearing something more spectacular than a hospital gown when your family shows up.”
Terri put the packages on the chair and opened them one at a time. “I bought you these navy pajamas and matching robe. I’m sorry if they’re not your taste, but with that tan I think you’ll look sensational in them.
“I also picked up these leather sandals. They’ll fit a size eleven or twelve foot. In case that sizing doesn’t mean anything to you, be assured you’ll be able to wear them.”
She held everything up for him to see. “After your shower in the morning, you can put these on. It will make you feel more normal.”
Leaving everything on the chair, she moved it against the wall, then returned to his side.
“I’m sorry Captain Ortiz hasn’t phoned yet. I know he would have if there’d been any news. Please don’t be disheartened. Who knows? When morning comes, I might walk in here and discover you’ve got a room full of company.
“In that case, you’re going to need a good night’s sleep so I think I’d better leave. It’s getting late.”
He let out another strange sound and shook his mummy-like head.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want me to go yet?”
Again, his head moved back and forth.
“So—you want me to help you pass the time, is that it?”
His definite nod secretly pleased her. It meant her presence brought him some comfort. It felt good to be needed.
“Since your hearing hasn’t been affected, I guess I could stay for a while longer and talk to you. But don’t be surprised if one of the sisters comes around to check your vital signs and throws me out. I’ll put your new clothes in the drawer so I can sit next to you.”
In a few seconds she was seated at his side once more.
“I’ve just thought of another idea. When my sister and I were little girls, we used to print the names of movie stars on each other’s backs and try to guess who they were. The one who got the most right answers on the first round had to buy the other one a treat the next day.
“Why don’t I try printing a continent on your leg? The one you come from. You nod when I’ve stumbled onto it.”