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don’t waste time on things you’ll regret.” She turned to her mother. “As for you, I’d like to think there’s hope left, but I’d be kidding myself. If you really love Dad, you’ll at least find five minutes to say goodbye. And don’t put it off because he doesn’t have that much time left.” She moved around Emma, calling over her shoulder, “You know how to reach me. I’ll text you Jim’s number tomorrow in case I’m at work, or you just don’t care to see me.”
     
    Feeling a sense of accomplishment and freedom from her own neglect, Susan got in her car and stared at her phone. She needed Jim right now. She checked the time, deciding it wasn’t quite too late, and dialed his number. “Hello?” he answered through a yawn.
     
    “Did I wake you up?” she asked, disappointed.
     
    “No, I’m just suffering from the sins of my recent past and feeling a little less awake than usual. It’s nothing a cup or seven of coffee wouldn’t fix. What’s going on?”
     
    She hesitated. “Are you home?”
     
    “I am. You want to come over? I’ve got brownies, too.”
     
    She moaned. “Chocolate anything would be phenomenal right now.”
     
    She could hear the smile in his voice as he told her, “Come on, then. Just don’t judge the state of the house or my state of dress. It’s been a hell of a day.”
     
    Susan wasn’t worried about it. If she got her way, he wouldn’t be dressed at all for very long.
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Her first impression of his house was that it was humble and masculine, with a feminine touch here and there. Susan assumed those were the last traces of his late wife. She didn’t begrudge him that; she knew the story too well, and while Jim had loved her, they hadn’t been meant to last. Susan didn’t have any concern that Trina Wade’s memory affected her connection to Jim.
     
    The next thing she noticed was Jim’s attire. He was in a pair of worn flannel pajama pants with a typical checkered pattern and a t-shirt that looked as old as she was that literally said, ‘ Oldest Shirt in the World. ’ She shook her head but followed him, as he insisted on taking her to the spare bedroom.
     
    As she stepped inside, she gasped. While outfitted with all the necessary equipment—just like a hospital room—to monitor her father’s vitals, keep him bandaged and moving, and dose him with medication, it was also luxurious. It had dark chocolate sheets and fluffy pillows, and the walls were covered in a soft ecru paint and bore landscapes with ocean and mountain views. There was even a sound machine in the corner that quietly imitated gentle waves washing on and off shore.
     
    Beside the bed was a table with a book, which would be great to read to her father, and there were several more lined up neatly on a small bookshelf, all in men’s taste. Susan was tired of crying around Jim. All she could think was that she was going to wash him away or drown him in her constant river of salt water, but she couldn’t help the sting in her eyes, as she turned and leaned into him, resting her ear on his chest where she could hear his heartbeat.
     
    “I don’t know how to thank you enough for this, Jim, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you. This is more than I ever imagined. I thought maybe a hospital bed with some decent sheets and a couple of pieces of equipment.” She couldn’t say anymore through her aching throat.
     
    Jim closed his arms around her, rocking her side to side. “Well, I’ve also had the bathroom fixed up so he can roll into the shower and his nurse, or you or me, can help him get clean. Plus, there’s a wheelchair on its way. It will be delivered before we get here in the morning. It’s the only piece of equipment I couldn’t get today.”
     
    “How did you pull all of this together so fast?” she asked, incredulous. He’d even renovated his bathroom in one day.
     
    She felt him chuckle, the rumble in his chest soothing. “I have a