Breaking Point by Suzanne Brockmann

expression neutral. “Still sleeping too much.”
    “Sleep is good,” she said. “You’ll heal faster.”
    And there they were, face to face. Both obviously thinking about the last time they were together, about the way she’d pushed him back in his bed and climbed on top of him and . . .
    Oh, yes, he was definitely thinking about that. He was trying to hide it, but she could tell.
    Maybe bringing her brother along to play chaperone had been a bad idea. Maybe if she’d come here by herself, they wouldn’t have had the discussion she’d been dreading. Maybe all she had to do was let Max look into her eyes and see how badly she wanted to make love to him again and hold out her hand and . . .
    “Excuse me.”
    Both Gina and Max turned to see that same staff member who’d been playing pool with Ajay standing just inside the door.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt,” the woman said. “I just . . . I’m Gail,” she said, coming over to shake their hands. “We haven’t been introduced yet. I work mostly with Ajay.” She had a sweet face, a warm smile. “I just wanted to . . . Well, it’s a favor and I hope you don’t mind too much, but Ajay has a brother—Rick—who’s always promising to come visit and he’s only shown up maybe once in the past year and a half, and . . . I just wanted to ask you not to make any plans with Ajay that you can’t keep. I’m sorry, that sounds so insulting. But the disappointment . . . He puts on such a positive face for the world and . . . I’m the one who hears him cry at night,” she finished apologetically.
    “How old is he?” Max asked.
    “Fourteen,” Gail told him. “I’m not sure if it was the accident or the treatments that stunted his growth. All I know is it’s a miracle he’s alive. His entire family was killed—except for Rick, who wasn’t in the car. It’s been three years—he’s been in and out of here. Each time he has a new surgery, he’s back and . . . He’s had trouble with scarring, and now with his kidney . . .”
    Max nodded. “You can tell him I’ll see him tomorrow at ten-thirty.”
    Gail nodded, too, but she was obviously still worried.
    “Max’ll be there,” Gina told her. “But I’m sure he won’t mind if you want to call his room, to remind him.”
    “Absolutely,” Max said. “If it makes you feel better . . .”
    “Thank you,” Gail said.
    “Gee,” Gina said after the nurse had left the room. “This place has some seriously devoted staff. Should I be jealous?”
    Stupid question. It opened up all kinds of doors.
    “We need to talk about what happened the other day,” Max told her.
    “Okay.” She sat down across from him. “Which part do you want to talk about first, Wild Thing? The part where you gave me what’s probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life?”
    He closed his eyes. “Gina—”
    She leaned forward as she lowered her voice. “Or the part where I first pushed you all the way inside of me,
all
the way and God, it felt
so
amazingly—”
    “Stop.”
    “—good.” Not a chance. Gina reached for his hand. “Ever since I left here, I’ve been thinking about making love to you again. About how great it was. About how just sitting here like this makes me hot for you.”
    He didn’t pull his hand away. And when he looked up to meet her gaze, there was heat in his eyes. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said. “And it’s . . .”
    “Working?” she finished for him, laughing, because yes, her words were working. At least they were working for her. If they were in his room right now, she would lock his door.
    And he would not argue. She knew it.
    At least not very much.
    So she pushed him harder. “You know, I thought maybe if we had sex again it would make me stop wanting you so much. But all it’s done is make me want you more.” She leaned closer. Spoke even more softly. “Day and night, Max. I’ve been thinking about you constantly. Sometimes I think even if we could