He giggled. “Maybe next time I come I’ll bring you one of my shirts then?”
“Really?” she asked, excited, her eyes wide and bright. “I can wear one of your paint shirts?”
“I don’t see why not. It’d be nice to see you in something besides these hospital gowns.” he said, “No matter how nice they look.” he added with a teasing grin, rubbing her hands with his thumbs.
Jack Maple 