The day went by pretty quickly and I didn’t have another bout of nausea for the rest of the afternoon. I helped Mr. Shaprio with his back, prescribing him muscle relaxants and pain meds; set a middle-aged man’s broken arm; and rushed to help a woman with chest pains, who ended up having angina … and all before eleven o’clock in the morning. I decided to take Rosa’s advice and silently vowed to leave for the day after I spoke with Dr. Ryan. I was just too tired to stay. I was going to have to watch my late night rendezvous.
As I waited for Dr. Ryan, I wondered how she was able to be at the hospital so early, in the daylight. Who knows? Maybe she spent the night, or maybe there was another way that she could be in sunlight without bursting into flames. I made a mental note to ask her, in addition to other things.
“Leila, Dr. Ryan is out of surgery,” Rosa said in a low voice. “I told her that you needed a minute.”
“Call me if you need anything,” Rosa said, standing under the awning of the hospital with me, just outside the automatic sliding doors.“Thanks, Rosa,” I said, slipping on my Ray Bans. “Rosa, I may not be home this weekend, but I’ll have my cell phone if you need me.” I pulled her in for a quick hug, and then hurried across the parking lot.She smiled. “Now, you tell that man to leave you alone and let you get some rest!” she teased as she headed back into the hospital. Before I could say anything, she waved to me over her shoulder and mouthed “Bye” to me, then disappeared.I shook my head as I walked across the street to the parking lot. I slipped the key into the ignition, clicked my seatbelt into place, and pointed my gray Mercedes toward home, unsure what I might find there. I sighed as my mind went through all of the scenarios of having a baby, not only a normal baby, but a supernatural pheno
Stephanie’s eyes flew open wide as a smile spread across her face. “You’re pregnant?”“No!” I said, suddenly shocked. She was a pediatric surgeon, after all, and was used to dealing with pregnant women. “No, I’m just not feeling well. Now, if you’ll excuse me …” I said, heading toward the bathroom, not waiting for an answer.“Honey, if you’re pregnant, we can help you,” Stephanie said, following me down the hallway. That was the last thing I needed.“I’m not pregnant!” I yelled just before I vomited into the toilet, having had just enough time to raise the lid.“Leila,” Stephanie said, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. “If you’re pregnant with Steven’s baby, then we have rights as grandparents …”“Get out!” I yelled, not in the mood to be having this conversation. “Get out o
I stepped close to Lance, letting him wrap me in his arms and I laid my head on his chest. His breathing was rapid, but his heartbeat was much slower than a normal human’s. I guessed that was normal with vampires.Lance held me for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. I just listened to the beat of his heart and the rhythm of his steady breathing. “I hope you don’t mind that I intervened,” Lance finally said. “But they weren’t leaving, as you had asked.”I took a deep breath. “No, thank you for that.” I shuttered to think of what would have happened if Lance hadn’t intervened. They were taking advantage of me in my weakened state. Between the nausea, losing Steven, and the emotional strain that I had suffered over the past few weeks, I was weaker than I normally was and they were determined to take advantage of it.“Do you think they bought it? That I was just passing by?” Lance ask
Lance squeezed my hand as he sat beside me in the limo, on our way to Caprice Casino, his castle. Actually, it suited him well. I felt as if I was now living two lives: one was a Cinderella, rags to riches scenario; the other was in the normal world as a doctor. Now, the two worlds were starting to collide and I wasn’t sure how it was going to end. “I want you to do me a favor,” Lance said as he squeezed my hand. “I’m afraid I might be too tired for that tonight,” I teased, as a sly smile spread across my face. Lance laughed as he glanced out the limo, then back at me. “No, I want you to have fun this weekend. Everything else, we can deal with on Monday.” I forced a smile, nodding my head. “I hope it’ll be that easy.” “It will be,” he said, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead, still holding my hand. “Trust me.” I smiled then nodded. I really needed a mental vacation and I was determined to allow myself the opportunity to have it, so
Lance looked exquisite in his black Armani suit and crisp blue shirt underneath and matching silk tie. “You look wonderful in blue,” I whispered as he headed toward the elevator. “It compliments your lovely green eyes.”He smiled and bent down to kiss the top of my head, careful not to ruin my hair. “Thank you. You are too breathtaking for words.”He gave my hand a gentle squeeze when the elevator doors opened into Club Moroii. Every eye was on us as we walked the rest of the way down, taking the long staircase into Caprice Casino on the bottom floor. Even the people playing the slot machines stopped to stare. I felt very much like a fairy princess going to the ball. Within minutes, we stepped through the sliding glass doors of the casino and Lance’s black stretch limo was waiting for us outside, and his driver was holding the door open for us.“Thanks, Frederic,” Lance said. The driver gave him a slight nod
We walked through the huge dining hall and into a private room—a much more intimate setting—with the same china, crystal water goblets, wine glasses, and flowers. It took my breath away, for at that moment, I realized that he had booked a private room for us. Lance slipped the maitre d’ a one hundred dollar bill discreetly as a tip before he left.“Well, what do you think?” Lance asked, smiling as he held my chair for me and I sat down.“Lance you didn’t have to go through so much trouble. This is amazing.” I shook out my napkin and placed it on my lap. A waiter stood inconspicuously to the side, awaiting our beckon call.“I hope you do not mind, but I took the liberty of ordering the Chef’s Tasting,” Lance said, shaking out his napkin. The Chef’s Tasting was the best on the menu.“It’s perfect,” I said, beaming. I knew that it was a sampling of the chef’s favo
We walked into the hotel and a gentleman dressed in a tuxedo and wearing white gloves handed Lance a key card. He thanked him as we walked straight to the elevator. It was a relief not to have to linger at the front desk. As tired as I was, I would have fallen asleep in the limo if the hotel hadn’t been so close. Lance punched a number and the elevator opened on the top floor. A few short steps down the hallway, and we were at the penthouse.We walked into a luxurious living room, adorned with flowers and beautiful furniture. On the farthest side of the room was a door that I assumed led to the bedroom. There was also another door. “What’s in that room?” I asked pointing to the door.“It’s a mini salon,” he said, eyeing me with a mischievous grin.“Wow! You are really trying to spoil me, aren’t you?” I teased, too tired to check it out.Suddenly, Lance swooped me up into his arms and headed towar
I woke the next morning and the shades on the windows were already drawn in the hotel room. The shades must have been specially made, as there was no light streaming in through the windows at all, although it was clearly morning. Lance was still behind me, spooning me in his sleep as a broad smile spread across his face.I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him, then headed toward the bathroom and quickly showered. Afterward, I slipped into a luxurious white robe that was hanging behind the door, reminding me of the robe in Lance’s penthouse. I looked into the mirror and my cheeks were bright and rosy, my blue eyes wild, and my hair knotted, matching the wild look in my eyes. I laughed, deciding to look for a brush. I hadn’t packed much. Angela had taken care of the details and I had no idea what she had packed for me.I looked over and on the counter was a small travel bag. I opened it and inside was a complete brush set, blow dryer, my favorite shampoos