CHAPTER TWENTY-NINETyler glanced at his cell phone. No messages. It had been almost a week since he sent Paige the flowers, stuffed animals, and mix-CD—which he still thought was a cheesy idea. Maybe she did too, since she hadn’t seemed overwhelmed with excitement when she’d thanked him. He’d expected something more, like maybe her agreeing to go to dinner with him.
His head still hurt, and he still got dizzy from time to time, but for the most part he felt good after slamming his head on the ice. It could’ve been much worse. His hospital stay hadn’t been more than a few hours, and the highlight of the night was his visitor. Paige.
She had no idea that he hadn’t really been asleep when she walked into his room. He’d been just resting, but he knew if he had opened his eyes to talk to her
