Perry blushed, "Are you going or not?"
"Fine, fine, I'll go." Richard got up from bed and headed to the bathroom, worried she'd really get pissed off.
Smiling like sunshine, Perry slipped into her clothes—this dress really worked on her. She had picked the loose-fit one on purpose, comfy and flattering.
After breakfast, Richard drove her to the hospital. He helped her out of the car, then gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Once you're done with the treatment, I'll send someone to pick you up."
Perry waved him off. "Don't bother. I can get myself back. Just chill."
"Okay, but be careful. If anything comes up, call me." Richard pulled her in for a light hug, then kissed her on the lips. "Let's have dinner tonight."
"Sure." As Perry walked toward the entrance,
