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the cart. One of his legs was hanging off one end, while the other was haphazardly tucked under it.
    Kieran asked, “Where do we deliver him? Your room?”
    I shook my head ‘no’, and replied, “He’s staying in room 414, and I’m in room 312.”
    Duncan chuckled. “Kieran, Vrynn’z in 312. Alone. You hear that?”
    Kieran didn’t say anything. He just nodded. With his arm, he gestured for me to lead the way.
    In my 2-inch heels and knee-length, blue silk dress, I felt like I was naked. Someone behind me was staring at me so intently that I could actually feel his eyes burning through the silk threads of my dress.
    Goosebumps started forming around my neck following to my arms until it spread all over my entire body.
    Suddenly, an arm touched me on my side. “You cold, Brynn?”
    I locked on his chest first, before slowly working my way up to meet his eyes. “No, just tired.”
    Duncan’s loud voice interrupted us. “Vve don’t have all night here, puzzh on the elevator vutton, dude.”
    Peter interjected, “Yeah, we have to go back to our dates, you know.”
    We filed ourselves into the elevator. Jeff was loudly snoring now. The rocking motions of the moving cart must have calmed him. His mouth was partly open.
    When we stopped by room 414, Kieran dug out the hotel key from Jeff’s shirt. We all got inside, and the guys dumped—yes, dumped —Jeff on the bed. Jeff answered with an even louder snore.
    “Thank you so much,” I expressed my gratitude to the guys as we all left Jeff’s room.
    Peter and Duncan nodded their heads as they walked towards the elevator.
    Kieran walked slower with his steps matching my own. “I’ll walk you to your room.”
    I merely nodded, but heard Duncan again, before getting into the elevator, “312. Alone. Kieran. 312.” His green eyes were teasing, while Peter just smiled at me.
    Kieran was quiet. We walked inside the other elevator to shuttle down to the third floor.
    When we reached the door of my suite, he let out a loud sigh.
    I turned my head to the side then looked up to see his face. His eyes were stormy, and he looked as if he was struggling with unnamed emotions. He lowered his gaze to my lips and his eyes darkened even more. He lifted his hand and touched his thumb to my cheek, and muttered, “If only, Brynn...”
    I hitched a breath, and whispered, “If only what, Kieran?”
    It took him five beats before he lowered his hand, and with a loud resigned sigh, he said, “If only you weren’t Milo’s sister.” With that, he turned around and walked towards the elevator.
    I wrestled with immediately asking him to come back, just letting him walk away as I went inside my suite. Rationality won as I swiped the magnetic stripe of hotel key over the sensor, walked inside, removed my shoes, and laid my body on the bed. It was a long time before sleep found me.

 
     
     
    “I dream of dancing in the beach with my ballerina shoes.”
    ~A.J., age 12, acute lymphoblastic leukemia
     
     
     
    “Bee, you make the most delicious pancakes. I am so fucking happy that you signed with Arizona State Medical Center for two years.” My brother, Milo, expressed his glee through a mouthful of some of the blueberry pancakes that I had spent at least half an hour making.
    Milo has called me ‘Bee’ since I was a baby. He had tried to imitate my dad’s pet names for me – Bella, Bellini, Bellisima – but Milo couldn’t pronounce them. All he could manage was Bee; the name stuck through the years.
    “Milo, I was hired by the hospital, not signed.” I shook my head at him as I cut my pancake with a fork. “Can you please curb the potty mouth?” I scolded. It didn’t matter how much I reminded him, the “F-word’s” still flew out when he talked.
    He zoomed his green eyes at me. The eyes he inherited from our half-Italian dad. Actually, he also inherited our dad’s naturally tanned skin that I envied so much. I’d have to burn to a crisp in the sun for hours before