Page 42 of Wine & Whiskey: Everything for You
Once inside, Max strides to the bed and leans over him, accepting Shae’s outstretched arms. Yeah, this isn’t fucking awkward. But he remains silent, letting her hug Max for however long she needs to reassure herself he’s all right. That they are all going to be okay.
She finally releases him, and Max steps back, a smile bigger than he’s seen in a long time on the bodyguard’s face. Happy, just like he is, that she’s safe, with all of her worries eliminated.
The grin morphs to a smirk when Max nods to him. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I came to make sure your stupid ass wasn’t bothering the patient. We all know how fucking annoying you can be.”
A joke to cover the interruption. The need for which must mean an update, which better be good. “Fuck you, your—”
“Enough!” Carrie stands in the doorway and points to the tray in her hand holding a huge platter of food. “Both of you get your stupid asses out of here so she can eat. Doctor’s orders.”
“Okay, I’m going.” Max swipes a slice of bacon and jogs out of the room.
This time, he’s smart enough to climb out of bed before Carrie snuggles in next to her. Shae’s smile falters, and she shakes her head, her hand covering her mouth. “I’m sorry. I don’t think my stomach can handle the French toast.”
So bittersweet to see her suffer, but for such a good reason. Her friend nods and sets the plate on the side table. “It’s okay. How about some juice?”
Shae accepts the glass and takes a few sips. “Good. Thank you.”
“I have to talk to Max.” He meets Carrie’s gaze, ensuring she’s got things under control while he's gone. “But I’ll be just down the hall if you need me.”
Carrie waves him off. “We’re fine.”
Shae nods, the pinkness returning to her cheeks as she smiles, reassuring him she’s feeling better. The love in her eyes is all he needs to finally accept her happiness.
