the accident second.”
“He’s right. My team gave our report to the officer, so did many other
drivers who were also in the accident, and the witnesses who watched it. Also,
there are cameras on every traffic intersection in this city. Don’t worry about
your report yet.”
Although the doctor gave her the same information, she believed his words
came second best to Dire’s accounting of events.
“Thanks both of you. Sinclaire is going to take us
home, Ashland.”
“Aw Mom. I wanted a rematch before leaving for
Grams and Gramps.” Ashland turned to Dire. “Don’t forget what we talked about
okay. Promise?” She sidled back to pack her things in
her backpack.
“I won’t forget.”
Mia crossed her arms at the silent messages playing out before her.
“What is happening here, Ashland Marie?”
“Mom, don’t have a connipy . I asked Dire to
kinda look after you while I’m gone. I know Sinclaire will drive you a bit batty after a few days. No offense BFA.”
“I’m perfectly okay to take care of myself. BFA?” Mia scratched her head for the meaning.
“Best friend Auntie. This is why you need help. You made the term up and
have forgotten it.”
Mia froze. “I don’t have anything to wear home. Sinclaire ,
please tell me you brought me something to wear?”
“I…hmm. I was in a hurry to get to you. I can
go run to get you something. I bet the gift shop has clothes.”
“Ashland’s backpack only had one set of clothing in it.” Mia quirked a brow.
“Dress down day at school. Looks like you get to wear hospital gowns
home.” Her daughter had the cruelest sense of humor.
“Not funny missy.”
“I have an extra shirt in my bag and a pair of sweats. Both clean. You’re
welcome to wear them and give them back whenever.”
“That would be appreciated. I’ll get them back to you.”
Dire bent to open his duffle. Muscles flexed as he brought out the rolled
up clothing and moved to hand them to her. When their fingers touched she
fought inhaling too sharply. An arc sizzled between them with contact, like the
previous time they touched. He moved to take his seat back and wait as she
slipped out of the bed feeling overwhelmingly self-conscious. Only when she
disappeared behind the bathroom door did she exhale and fan herself.
“Thanks again,” she hollered through the protective barrier and quickly
donned his clothing. The mammoth shirt drowned her, but held his scent. She
sighed and took a second whiff, wanting to get the desire to imprint his scent
out of her system before returning to the others. The sweats looked ridiculous
on her, even rolled up. As prepared as she was gonna be, she slipped back out.
“Ready?” The way he posed the question held her enthralled. Did she
detect hidden meaning or was he merely asking if she was ready to go home.
“I-uh. Yeah. Ash you got your things
together?”
“Yes.” She moved to the door when a volunteer appeared with a wheelchair.
“Who’s that for?”
“You,” the three answered together. She eyed the wheelchair and frowned.
Was it really necessary?
“I can walk.”
“Park your pretty behind in the wheelchair or I’ll carry you out.” Dire
winked.
Mia challenged him with a stare of her own and lost. “Fine.” She parked her tail in the seat, allowing them to wheel her out of the
hospital. She waited with Dire and Ashland while Sinclaire brought her car around.
“Have a good time when you go away with your grandparents, kid.” Dire
nudged Ash.
“Take care of my mom,” Ash rebounded and plucked her headphones back on
her ears.
“What is it with you two? I’m not comfortable with the conspiracy going
on around me.”
“You’re going to be home alone. Sinclaire will
have to work, so on my off days keeping a promise to a teenager worried about
her mom is the least I can do. Besides, I owe Ash a game of Turkey bowl.” He didn’t
go further in detail.
“I suppose you can come around if you want. It’ll save me from