| �I feel very evil about this.� Kevin O�Connell hopped onto his hospital bed. �Just console yourself with the fact that this is all for your daughter.� Kodee Wagner, the nurse answered. �Does the hospital know about this charade?� He asked, adjusting his revealing hospital gown. �Yes, Mark contacted me, and I spoke to the hospital administrators.� She hooked him up to a fake IV. �How did you ever manage to convince them?� �Feminine charm and a low cut shirt.� She smiled. �How are you related with Mr. Tremonti?� Kevin was getting nosy. �We have sensual encounters at a secret house in Paris.� She teased with a wink; �He�s my boyfriend.� *** Scott watched Hannah�s sleeping form as he they lay in their bed. Carefully he pulled the sheet away from her body. Her body was wrapped in a pale peach negligee that twisted around her waist. Quietly he untwisted the slip from around her hips, and caught a glimpse of her long, creamy legs. His hand brushed her warm cheek. Her beautiful red-blonde ringlets lay wildly over the pillow. His eyes scanned over her body and he found himself smiling. Her curves were delicious, especially her hips, those were oh so yummy. He began to kiss her shoulder, a flirtatious attempt to wake her. Softly he kept the trail going up the hollows of her neck. Still continuing the warm, hot trail up her neck, he met with her lips. When she responded he stopped, rolled over, and went back to sleep. �You�re a tease.� She grinned and rolled into her husband�s arms. �Yes, but I woke you up didn�t I?� His brown eyes smiled at her. �Wake me again.� Desire swirled through her own eyes. �Your wish is my command.� He smiled. �That�s so over-used,� She whispered, �I�ll take it.� Scott wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his body and softly kissed her lips. She rested her head on his chest as her fingers ran over his skin. She slid her hips up into his stomach so she could stare into his brown eyes. Completely absorbed in his presence, she brushed the silky bangs from his forehead, and tenderly kissed the skin she�d revealed. While running her hands over his jaw she kissed his closed eyelids. �I�m at your will.� He whispered with a quirky smile. �All I want is your heart.� She kissed his nose. �You�ve had that since my senior year.� He barely finished before she took over his mouth. Ever so tortuously she kissed his warm lips. It was this beautiful, provocative kiss that he never wanted to end. His hands slid under the straps of her camisole and rubbed her shoulders. Her fingertips ran over his neck and bare chest, sending a mix of cool chills and tender heat through his body. His rough, worn hands softly caressed her neck. �I love you.� He whispered as he kissed her neck. �I love you too, and Scott?� �Yes baby?� He still kissed on her skin. �I�m having a baby.� Her hazel eyes smiled down at him. Scott gripped the armrests of his seat. He�d fallen asleep on the plane to Tennessee. It was the third time he�d had this dream in the past two days, every time he closed his eyes she was there, waiting for him. He was trembling, but out of fear or joy he didn�t know. �You okay Scott?� Mark looked over at his friend. �Yeah.� He wiped the sweat from his forehead. �Are you sure you�re okay? That shirt�s pretty soaked.� Phillips observed. He looked down at his chest and stomach to see that his tank top was doused with sweat. In fact it was so wet, it was just short of see-through. He wiped his faced with his hands, checked on Jagger, and went to clean up. �I think someone�s nervous about seeing Hannah.� Mark grinned when Scott was on his way to the bathroom. �You could say that.� Phillips smiled, holding a sleepy Jagger in his arms. �This has to work man, it just has to.� Mark leaned back in his chair. �How will we get Scott to the hospital?� Phillips asked. �That bait is about to be delivered.� Mark smiled and revealed his cell-phone. Phillips chuckled, �You�re too good at this Mark.� �I know, I know. It�s quite a flawless plan, I�m rather impressed with myself.� Mark smirked. �Don�t get too proud, problem number one is headed back this way.� Flip indicated that Scott was coming. �Hey buddy.� Scott returned with a fresh shirt, and took his son in his arms. �Daddy I don�t want to take a bath.� Jagger mumbled softly in his sleep. Scott chuckled and held him tighter in his arms. Then Mark�s phone began to ring incessantly. �Mark would ya turn the dumb thing off?� Flip barked, improvising with the charade. �Hang on, let me just answer.� He quickly snatched the phone. �Make it snappy, shorty�s stirring.� Stapp answered, seeing his sleep-deprived son was waking. �I promise.� Mark flashed a charming grin. �I�m not a girl, your pearly whites don�t make me weak.� Scott stared at him. �Really, I�m mean the hair�s a little confusing.� Mark shot; noticing Stapp�s hair had grown. �I�d smack you but that would require waking my son.� �Oh let me help you!� Flip (aka Phillips if you didn�t know) jumped out of his seat. �Sit down Flip!� Scott barked, �Answer that phone Mark or I will throw it out of this plane.� �Boy you need a woman.� Mark mumbled answering his phone. �Oh that�s it! Here Flip.� Stapp passed his son to Scottie and stood up in front of Mark. �Freeze Bigfoot!� Mark halted him with a hand. Mark was concentrating fully on the phone conversation. Evidently it was important so Stapp was forced to postpone punching him. �What?� Mark threw the largest amount of shock into his voice that he could muster. It obviously worked because Stapp had returned to his seat in seconds. �What happened? Where is he? Was she with him, oh thank God! All right, tell her we�ll be there as soon as we can.� �What�s wrong?� Scott asked immediately after the conversation had ended. Mark bit his lower lip and did his best to look emotionally distraught, and it worked. �I�ll stare at you until you give me an answer Mark.� Scott warned. Mark would have forced tears to come but Stapp wouldn�t have bought it, �Hannah�s father is in the hospital.� |