Dean stood in front of his little uncle's hospital room, cursing his bad luck. Why did he volunteer to bring breakfast for them? Now he was stuck in the middle of a scandal.
"Miss…" Dean cleared his throat. "This is a private room. It belongs to my uncle. I think you should double-check it again." Dean lied, trying to send this girl away, buying time to wake Micah up. If what he guessed was right, he didn't think Micah would want his family walking in on...that.
Aria paused, her brows furrowing. The way this man talked with confidence made her doubtful. She nodded, pulling out her phone. She gave him one last suspicious glance before turning around, calling her mother to ask again.
Dean felt relieved. He didn't waste another second; he slipped back into the room quickly and walked over to the bed. "Uncle!" he whispered, leaning down.
