Olivia
I was a little disappointed that Josia didn't come to the hospital to personally pick me up when I was discharged two days later, but to his credit, he had come in the morning with a big, colorful arrangement of flowers, and then he had sat with my body and read me a chapter from one of my romance novels.
I had sat on my bed behind the curtain, entranced, as I listened to his deep baritone rumble. I had already read that book, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would keep it up long enough to get to the sexy parts. Hell, I’d pay money to listen to his narration! I wondered what he would think of my choice of reading material then.
He spent about an hour by my bedside (my body’s bedside, that is) and then he left again, without a glance at Avalon Starr. When the doctor fina
