“There’s nothing to say—”
“You really runnin’ away from me because my last name is McKay?”
“Why else would I…” That strong chin went up a notch and she crossed her arms over a pair of impressive breasts. “I’m not running away from you, Carson McKay.”
“Prove it.”
“How? By coming over there and kissing you?”
Carson grinned. “Not what I was gonna suggest, but sugar, I’ll take more of them sweet and hot kisses anytime you wanna give them to me.”
“What was your suggestion?”
“Meet me here tomorrow night.”
“I can’t.”
“See? Runnin’ from me.”
“No, I have family obligations.”
He raised an eyebrow. “On a Friday night?”
“Not everyone can go out and tear it up every night of the week like wild-living cowboys—excuse me—ranchers,” she retorted.
Carson started toward her. “Whatcha gonna be doin’ tomorrow night? Got a date?”
“None of your business.”
The thought of some other guy picking her up, touching her, talking to her, tasting her sweet lips made him growl, “Tell me.”
“Stop pestering me about this.”
“Not a chance.” By the time he reached her, she’d started studying her shoes. He tipped her chin up. “Talk to me. No bullshit.”
“I’m afraid you’ll laugh.”
“Never.”
“My dad gets paid on Fridays. He gives me money and I buy groceries for the week. So my Friday night is spent at the grocery store. Exciting, huh?”
“Your dad really is tryin’ to turn you into a nun, isn’t he?”
“Because I’m not out at the bars on a Friday night?”
“Because he’s got you believin’ that a beautiful, single woman shouldn’t mind grocery shopping alone on a Friday night.”
Carolyn closed her eyes. “You don’t understand.”
“I think I do. You’re expected to take care of your family when you’re home. No shame in steppin’ up to your responsibilities and takin’ pride in what you do. But the fact you’re here tonight shows me you’ve carved out at least a little free time.” He stroked her cheek. “And I want you to spend that free time with me.”
“Carson—”
“Think on it. Please.”
He didn’t move until she gave him a grudging, “Okay.”
Then he forced himself to walk away from her. He’d give her a week to make a decision. After that, he was going after her.
“Mr. McKay?”
He’d been so deep in the memory he hadn’t heard Nurse Lissa approach. “Yes?”
“Let’s get you suited up.” As she helped him dress she detailed the protective outwear he’d have to put on every time, even for a five minute visit.
“You’ll have a few minutes alone with your wife before the twenty-four-hour isolation begins.”
Carson approached the bed, his stomach in knots, his heart so heavy he swore that it was what made his feet move so slowly and not this hazardous materials suit he wore.
He clasped her hand in both of his, hating how cold her skin was, hating the layer of latex between them. His gaze encompassed her beautiful face. He wanted to kiss her. Or at least put his lips on her forehead and bathe his lungs in her scent. Or press his mouth to the side of her throat, hoping to feel that familiar way her pulse leapt whenever he kissed her there—even after almost fifty years together.
But he settled for a light stroke on her cheek. “Sugar, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you—I ain’t even gonna try.” Emotion choked him so his words were barely above a whisper. But she needed to hear him, because he had no doubt she could hear him. The plastic face shield covering the lower half of his face required him to speak louder. “I’m here. Right here, right beside you where I’ve always been and where I’m always gonna be. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I love you. Come back to me. Please.”
He forced himself to move before his tears fell. Wouldn’t want to give her an infection. He probably had rust in his tear ducts.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried.
Chapter Three
Carolyn
Come back to me. Please.
God. The man sounded so forlorn.
Why? Carson McKay never sounded like that.
Carson, honey, I’m right here.
Wait. Where was here? Where was she?
And why couldn’t she see anything?
Wake up, wake up, wake up. You’re in a dream.
But her eyes wouldn’t open.
Come back to me. Please.
Come back…from this dream?