Thirteen (Love by Numbers Book 4) by E.S. Carter Page B

that it was a sign.
    “You’re meant to be with this guy.” She said once she’d caught her breath from belly laughing for thirty minutes solid.
    “It’s a sign that he should stay the hell away from me if that’s what you mean.”
    “No, it’s more like a comedy of errors and you pair are the lead characters. The leading lady always gets her guy, so all these fuck ups are a good thing. You’ll see.”
    I’d scoffed at her and called her crazy, never expecting to hear from him again.
    Yet, here I am, the day after my operation, feeling sorry for myself and hating being stuck in the damn hospital again when my phone buzzes on the tray that hovers over the end of my bed.
    I drag the whole thing towards me, half expecting it to be Nic, or my parents, letting me know what time they are visiting today, but it’s not. It’s him.
    My heart skips a beat, and an actual smile stretches my mouth wide. A smile that feels quite foreign on my face, as I’ve been a right moody bitch from the second I arrived here.
     
    How’s the R&R? Terrorised any of the other guests with your antics?
     
    Yeah, I never did tell him that I was having an operation, not relaxing in the sun somewhere. The whole ‘Goat-gate’ thing happened, and there wasn’t an opportunity. Well, that’s the excuse I stuck to when Nic asked me if I’d come clean. It’s also the excuse I’ve used to convince myself.
     
    You call it terrorising, I call it fun. Besides, it’s quiet here. No fun to be had. How are your… delicate parts?
     
    You can type the word, it doesn’t bite. My BALLS are sore, and my COCK is bruised. Concise enough answer for you? Don’t keep beating yourself up about it, you were just naïve enough to think that goats are not the minions of Satan
     
    He really does hate goats. I can’t say that I blame him, but I still believe they are cute and we just got unlucky.
     
    Poor Harry. You should have taken me up on my nursemaid skills.
     
    You offered a man, who had just had his junk smashed, by the way, to kiss his booboos better. Now, call me a wuss, but there isn’t a man alive that would have said yes at that precise moment in time.
     
    Shame. I might never offer again.
     
    Flirty texting is new, but fun. It beats waiting for Dr Anton to come and burst my bubble.
     
    He’d rather get kissed when he’s fighting fit. He’s not looking his best right now. It wouldn’t be fair to show him off if he’s not in his prime, might upset the poor fella
     
    Maybe I’ll wait until he’s dressed to impress.
     
    Just had a chat with Davidson, he’s well up for that. He’s wondering if Lilah-Titty will be coming too?
     
    Okay…
     
    She’s named Chastity Belt for a reason.
     
    Then I add quickly before he can reply,
     
    Can we stop talking about our bits in the third person? It’s really not tickling any part of my fancy.
     
    Got it. Always refer to your pussy as your… pussy. I can do that. So, when can I take you out next? It’s my turn to choose and I’m eager to blow your mind
     
    “Good afternoon, Delilah. How are you feeling today? Has the pain in your stump decreased? Are you still feeling overly sore from the operation?”
    Dr Anton enters my private room and strolls towards my bed with a chart in his hand. I shut down my messages and place my phone back on the tray in front of me.
    “Well, Dr A, which question do you want me to answer first?” I sound like a petulant child, and I hate that I revert to this anytime I’m forced to have a prolonged stay.
    Dr Anton doesn’t react; he just keeps checking the chart waiting for the correct response. He’s not one for playing games.
    I rub my eyes with the heels of both hands and decide to grow up and play nice. “I’m bored. Yes, the pain seems to have decreased, but I’m still on the pain meds and yes, I still feel sore.”
    He smiles at my response and makes me feel like an even bigger arse.
    “Sorry for acting like a teenager. I’ll try and behave