Trust Me by Kristin Mayer Read Free Book Online

the car and exits the hospital parking lot. I lay my head back and close my eyes.
    His voice comes through the space between us, enveloping me and making me feel cherished. “Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?”
    “I’m okay. I’m sure I’ll be a little sore. I just want my pillow.” The growling from my stomach makes another need known. My cheeks feel hot from the embarrassing noise. “And I guess maybe a snack.”
    “Are you hungry? Shit, we didn’t have dinner.”
    I crack my eyes open and look toward him to see genuine concern on his face. “Yes, but no worries. I’ll get room service.”
    “Are you up for some breakfast? We could stop somewhere. I think there’s a Pancake House up here.”
    I’m so tired, but I don’t want to leave him. Part of me is afraid all of this is a dream, and I’ll wake up at any moment. My stomach growls again. “Geez, I think you have your answer.”
    He laughs, and one hand goes to my thigh. “I like that answer.”
    We pull into the parking lot at the Pancake House moments later. The smell of batter and bacon greets me as we walk in through doors. Mmm. Breakfast is my favorite meal since it’s the start of a fresh day. We are escorted to a booth in the back of the restaurant. A bouncy young brunette waitress saunters up to our table. No doubt she has already gotten an eyeful of Damien.
    “Can I get you anything to drink, sugar?” Her hip is cocked to one side.
    “Alli, what would you like to drink?” He has not taken his eyes off of me since she walked up to the table.
    “Orange juice.”
    “Two glasses of orange juice.” He holds up two fingers as he still maintains eye contact with me.
    The powerful intensity between us is building again.
    The waitress huffs and leaves. She’s obviously disappointed that she has not received any attention from him.
    He casually lays his hands on the table. “I noticed your hospital bracelet said Allison, but you asked me to call you Alli. Which name do you generally go by?”
    Wow, he’s really observant. “Normally, I go by Allison. In case you were unhinged, I improvised.”
    I shrug as he smiles.
    “I like Alli. Allison is a beautiful name, but I prefer Alli. It makes it special for us.”
    The fact is that I like the way his voice turns possessive as he says it. It’s just too soon, too fast for me to have these thoughts, but the way he says the word us does things to me.
    “Alli it is then,” I agree.
    The waitress comes back to deliver our beverages. She has definitely taken the time to spruce up. I notice she has unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform. Can we say desperate? I suppress the urge to roll my eyes.
    After we place our order, I hear a frustrated sigh from the waitress as she saunters off.
    “Our waitress is upset that you’re not paying attention to her,” I say.
    “I am interested in only one person. No one else compares. You said you live in Waleska. Believe it or not, I’m in Atlanta. When are you heading back?”
    The fervor of his voice causes me to blush. He’s so open with his feelings for me, but I just can’t bring myself to tell him that I feel the same way. However, it doesn’t stop my heart from doing a happy dance.
    “I head back late Wednesday evening. You?”
    “Next Tuesday. What brought you to Miami?”
    My entire world suddenly closes around me. I cannot believe that it has slipped my mind. Today is the one year anniversary of my parents’ death. Damien and the moped incident have completely distracted me. How could I have forgotten? All of a sudden, I feel sick as the waitress approaches with our food.
    I slide to the edge of the booth and stand. “Excuse me,” I mutter, not waiting for a response.
    I dodge several trays of food on my way to the restroom before I push through the doors. My heart hurts at how I could have forgotten them. I feel like I betrayed my parents. I rinse my face with water and take deep breaths in and out, trying to calm myself down.