A tall, strikingly handsome man approached the circulation desk at Jackson North Memorial Hospital, resplendent in an all-black tailor made suit and suede gator loafers.
RN Bridgett Norwood could barely find the words. Flashing a smile, and running her hands over her unkempt reddish hair, she finally said, “May I help you, sir?”
“I’m here to see my brother, Jonathan.”
Immediately she was saddened. “He’s in Intensive care. He’s not allowed to have visitors yet.”
His magnetically gorgeous eyes made her squirm in her seat.
He took his wallet from his back pocket, looking around. Taking a few bills from the leather, he slid two crisp one hundred dollar bills towards her. He scribbled his phone number on an extra Benjamin Franklin.
“You can see your brother for fifteen minutes. Please, keep this to yourself. Please give your family my best.”
She stuffed the money in her bra.
“I’ll escort you.” She stood up. “Follow me.”
Kissing her cheek, he followed closely behind her, grinning.
Fake money never failed.
And he wasn’t worried about expecting a phone call from her. If she called, he hoped she had an appetite for pizza.
He scribbled the number to Papa John’s...