Hot Zone: Hot Number Part 18

Annabelle and Vaughn were already halfway out the door. Micki relayed the offer to Sophie, who held a squirming Noodle in her arms, and they all headed for the exit.

At the door, Micki turned back to the dwindling crowd. "Happy birthday, Uncle Yank," she said to the almost empty room.

They reached the street as Yank was being placed in the ambulance. "I'll ride with you," Lola said.

"Why don't you ride with your boyfriend?" Yank asked.

"You old fool, he isn't my boyfriend" Lola said. "He's my friend."

"You dress like that for your friend?"

Apparently Yank's leg wasn't as badly bruised as his ego, Damian thought.

"I dressed like this for you. Spencer wouldn't care if I ran naked through Central Park! He's gay!" Lola said, then helped the ambulance men push the stretcher inside. She shot a look of regret at Spencer. "And for forcing me to reveal that secret, you can d.a.m.n well ride alone. Spencer will take me to the hospital!"

The other woman stormed off, head held high. Damian turned to Micki. "Is my mouth hanging open?" he asked.

"No more than mine is, I'm sure."

"Spencer Atkins is gay?" Damian ran a hand through his hair and laughed, "What's so funny?"

He shook his head. "Your uncle just lost his last excuse. He's going to have to step up or step out of her life for good."

"Umm," She said in a low voice. "There's something you should know but you can't repeat it until it's official"

Damian raised an eyebrow. "You've got me curious."

"Well, the Hot Zone is going to be merging with Atkins a.s.sociates. It's mostly because of Uncle Yank's eyesight. It'll benefit him to have someone he trusts handling his clients."

"He trusts Atkins?"

Micki nodded. "Like a brother. Like you said about Lola, a strange relationship. Anyway, he agrees the merger's necessary but he's not taking it well. That probably explains his ranting back there. It's hard for him to give up his independence."

"Wow."

"Well, now you've been entrusted with privileged information. Repeat it and I may have to shoot you." She grinned and his heart twisted inside his chest.

His seven-day road trip was looking d.a.m.n good about now.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

TWO DAYS AFTER HER UNCLE'S ACCIDENT, Micki was still annoyed with fate. Just when she'd decided to make use of the makeover changes she'd done inside and out and enjoy one more night with Damian, fate had held her to her original promise to keep her hands off.

Uncle Yank had broken his hip and needed immediate surgery to repair the damage done in the fall. Between recuperation and physical therapy, he was looking at a long haul. She spent the night of her uncle's party at the hospital. Since they'd sedated him for the pain, he hadn't been able to have a coherent conversation with Lola, so that relationship was still on hold.

Meanwhile Micki and Sophie were taking rams dog-sitting Noodle the Labradoodle who refused to eat, sleep or drink alone. Uncle Yank had spoiled the pooch rotten and if they didn't keep up his bad habits, the dog cried day and night. The neighbors had left notes of complaint on both Sophie's and Micki's doors, forcing them to take Noodle to work along with them. They'd also been alternating Visiting hours at the hospital in order to take any burden off of Annabelle who'd been ordered by the doctor to take it easy on her feet and on her stress levels.

Though she wished her uncle hadn't hurt himself so badly, Micki didn't mind the added chaos in her own life. With Damian out of town, she was happy to have her mind occupied with other things. When she had time to think, she tortured herself with what might have happened had she not been stuck at the hospital their last night together.

Her body tingled at the thought of making love with Damian once more, of what his hot, hard body felt like pressed against hers as he drove into her again and again and again.

She sighed, then caught herself and realized she was moaning aloud while sitting in her office going over paperwork.

"Nice, Micki," she muttered.

"Woof!" Noodle answered her from her perch on the chair reserved for clients. Apparently Uncle Yank gave Noodle the run of the furniture as well as his life.

"You miss him, don't you, girl?"

The dog let out a whine, laid her head down on the expensive leather and covered her eyes with her paws.

"I'll take that as a yes " Micki said, laughing.

She checked her watch and realized it was almost time to relieve Sophie at Uncle Yank's bedside. It had been two days since the accident and the doctors wanted him up and out of bed to begin the difficult process of making him mobile in order to prevent pneumonia or infection from setting in. It wouldn't be fair to subject Sophie to that h.e.l.l all by herself.

Micki grabbed her purse and walked out of her office. "Amy, if anyone needs me I'm at the hospital. I'll check in when I can, okay?"

"Don't worry about anything on this end. We've all got things covered. You just get your uncle back to his cranky old self."

"Put that way, it shouldn't be all that hard after all." Micki laughed. "Wish me luck," she said and headed for the hospital and the grouch of the century.

Yank lay in his hospital bed and pretended he was sleeping while Lola paced the floor, muttering to herself. Only a blind man couldn't see he had a choice to make, he thought wryly. He just wasn't ready to make it yet.

"Why the h.e.l.l didn't you tell me Spencer was gay? Why didn't he tell me himself ?" Lola turned around, obviously startled he wasn't sleeping. "Why? Are you interested in him?" she asked.

"Ha-ha."

Lola walked toward the end of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

At the reminder, he winced and pushed the pain medication b.u.t.ton on his IV. "Like I broke my hip and had major surgery."

She nodded. "I figured."

"You're avoiding my questions."

She grabbed a chair and pulled it closer to his bedside, then smoothed her skirt and sat down.

Her new position gave him a direct view of the tank top beneath her blazer and her cleavage, which looked d.a.m.n good for a woman her age.

"I didn't tell you because it wasn't my secret to tell and Spencer didn't tell you because...I don't know why. He kept it quiet because the industry's so male-oriented, he didn't want to make any of his clients uncomfortable."

"That's bulls.h.i.t," Yank muttered. "n.o.body cares about his personal life, only his ability to negotiate the best d.a.m.n contract he can."

Lola's eyes sparkled with appreciation and he squirmed beneath her gaze. He wasn't used to her looking at him with anything other than frustration and disgust. He'd nearly forgotten what her approval felt like.

It felt good.

"I sent Sophie home for a shower and Micki's coming back in time for the physical therapist to help get you out of bed"

"I can't move."

"You have to move or else you'll end up with twice as many problems. Here." She shoved a contraption the night nurse had brought by. "Breathe into this and make sure you get that pressure thing up to ten. You don't want to get pneumonia on top of everything else."

He scowled. "d.a.m.n bossy woman."

"And you love me, Yank Morgan--don't tell me you don't."

"Even if I did, and I ain't admitting nothing yet, don't you think you deserve a h.e.l.luva lot better than a man who's going blind and now has a busted hip?" She glared at him, the frustration and annoyance back full force. "Don't you think that's my decision to make? That's been my point all along."

"Are you saying I could tell you I love you just so you could turn around and make the 'decision' to say I'm not what you bargained for anymore?" he asked, outraged by the thought.

Lola treated him to a smile he couldn't figure out. "I'm not saying yes or no. Life's full of risks and it's time you took one." She rose from her seat. "One beyond standing up on a chair and ranting like a fool," she muttered and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" It wasn't easy to admit but he didn't want her to leave.

"I have a lunch date and then I have to get back to work. I promised the girls I'd start going over the files and figure out who can cover your clients while you're laid up. The merger's got to be on the fast track now."

He'd had a hard enough time swallowing his pride and agreeing to join his firm with Atkins but he couldn't let the agency flounder and the girls' PR business suffer. What with me young agents nipping at his heels, it was a smart business move. That didn't mean he had to like it "Okay. Make sure Irwin draws up the paperwork. I want my lawyer doing the drafting," he said to Lola.

"Then I suggest you talk to one of the girls and have them arrange it. I don't work for you anymore, remember? And I didn't hear I love you, Lola, or I'm sorry, Lola, come out of your mouth, so I don't really feel compelled to help you out." She reached for her purse, which had been lying on the moveable tray. "Besides, I'm still working for Spence and until the merger's complete, that would be a conflict of interest".

Yank punched his covers with his hand. "Of all the--"

"Good morning," Micki said in a too-cheerful voice as she walked into the room.

The little peacemaker had probably heard the arguing from the hall and decided to come fix things.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Lola smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Nothing you need to worry about I was just leaving, so he's all yours."

"Oh joy," Micki said, laughing.

"When are you coming back?" Yank asked Lola.

She turned. Her eyes held a fierce determination he'd seen only once before, when she'd given him her ultimatum and then walked out. His stomach churned in antic.i.p.ation.

"I'll be back when you have something to say that I want to hear" She waved goodbye and walked out the door. Out of his room and out of his life.

"Pardon my French but I suggest you s.h.i.t or get off the pot, Uncle Yank. The woman may have the patience of a saint but even saints have their limits and she's obviously reached hers," Micki said.

He leaned back in his bed, everything in his aging body aching. "I need a nap."

"You need to get out of that bed," the chipper physical therapist they'd met yesterday said as she strode into the room.

And with that, Yank entered a h.e.l.l that was second only to watching Lola leave him again.

THE RENEGADES SPLIT the two-game series with Los Angeles. Tomorrow was a travel day, which gave the team some freedom tonight although Coach Donovan insisted they remain in the hotel and hit their rooms by midnight. Damian sat at the hotel bar, nursing a beer with his teammates, partic.i.p.ating in jokes and wondering how Yank and Micki were holding up.

He didn't plan on calling Micki, thus proving to himself that while he was on the road, only his career mattered. But that hadn't stopped him from tossing and turning in his cold, lonely hotel bed, wondering what she was doing, what she was wearing to bed and most of all whether or not she was missing him.

He rose and walked over to the bar to order a fresh drink.

"Hey." A drunken Carter sauntered up beside him.

Although Damian had watched him down drink after drink tonight, Carter had been unusually quiet and subdued this road trip, making Damian wonder what trouble the rookie had up his sleeve.

"How's it going?" Damian asked.

The other man shrugged. "It's going."

Damian waited for Carter to leave, but he lingered, then grabbed a stool and sat down.

As team captain, Damian had listened to the guys when they'd had problems that might interfere with their game and he'd given advice based on his years in the league, but in the short time Carter had been with the Renegades, he'd never come to Damian for a d.a.m.n thing. As far as Damian could tell, Carter needed no one except his ego.

As Micki had once said, he was young. He'd learn.

The way the kid lingered now, apparently he wanted something. "Two Guinnesses," Damian said to the bartender, ordering Carter's drink of choice tonight. Damian waited for them to be served and turned to the rookie. "Okay, what gives?"

The younger man tipped his head to one side, then raised his gla.s.s. "To peace."

His words took Damian off guard. "As I recall, you rejected the same offer a few weeks back "

"A lot's happened in a few weeks. Enough to make me respect my elders."

With Carter's irreverence, the tension eased from Daiman's neck and shoulders. "That's the smart-a.s.s rookie I know."

"Tell me something." Carter wasn't slurring his words but his tone definitely indicated he was drunk and Damian knew me other man wouldn't be talking to him now if he were cold sober.

"What's that?" Damian asked.

"How the h.e.l.l do you do it?"

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Always come out on top, smelling like a rose." Carter nudged his elbow against Damian's. "Come on, share your secrets."

Damian glanced at the other man's gla.s.sy eyes and rolled his own. "You really are trashed. How the h.e.l.l can you think I come out smelling like a rose when my life's for s.h.i.t right now?"

Carter glanced away. "Well yeah, but you'll come out of it. You always do."

Damian groaned. "If anything it comes down to how you live your life. I may be a selfish SOB at times but I never deliberately intend to screw with anyone else. Maybe it's good karma. Then again, good karma wouldn't have me with a pregnant ex-lover."