again.
âHe should be here for you. You shouldnât be here alone.â
But, yet . . . she wasnât. âNext time I see my father, Iâll pass on your thoughts on the matter.â
âIâm not trying to be critical.â
âBut you are.â Her good eye saw him flinch. And immediately she felt bad. She didnât know the detective all that well, but she was certainly coming to understand that he was a man used to being in charge, and used to saying what he thought.
Maybe a little bit like herself?
âLuke, Iâm sorry if I donât sound grateful for your concern. I thank you for that. And I thank you for coming here to check on me. It was kind of you.â
âWhat are the doctors saying?â
âI donât know. Everythingâs been pretty fuzzy.â She thought for a moment. âI think I remember them saying that theyâd come back soon.â
âWhen they do, would you like me to talk with them, too?â
Just the idea of someone taking over her worries and questions sounded wonderful. With the way her head was pounding and her cheeks and face stinging, she was having trouble even keeping her good eye open. âThank you for that,â she said quietly. âIf you could get some information and hold on tight to it, I would be most grateful.â She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
âYou donât need to thank me. Iâll be glad to help.â He paused. âI donât usually argue with people all that much, you know.â
âI donât argue that much, either,â she admitted. âI guess we bring out the worst in each other.â
âI hope not. I donât want to always argue with you, Frannie.â
She didnât know how to respond to that. Changing topics, she opened her good eye again. âOne doctor stitched up my face, and another doctor examined my cornea. But neither of them wanted to tackle the cuts on the side of my eye. Iâm waiting for that eye doctor. When he gets here, heâs going to fix the cuts on the side and lid of my eye. I might have to get operated on.â
âAnd that worries you.â
Her lip trembled. âIâm tryinâ to be brave, but in truth Iâm scared.â
âYou know what? You have every right to be, too.â As tears leaked from her good eye, Luke grabbed a tissue, hovered it over her, then set it down. âFran, I donât have a clue about how to wipe your tears away. Want some water? Thereâs a straw.â
âOkay.â
When she attempted to sit up, he placed a hand behind her shoulders and clicked his tongue. âEasy now. Donât want you to hurt yourself. Just open your mouth like a baby robin and Iâll give you the straw.â
The image of the fierce-looking detective playing mama bird to her baby bird was so ludicrous that she opened her mouth without a complaint. And sure enough, a cool straw came filled with cooler water that tasted wonderful in her mouth.
Greedily, she swallowed, then swallowed again.
âEasy now. Youâll choke if youâre not careful.â
Following his words, she swallowed more slowly, then released the straw and leaned back again.
âDanke.â
âYouâre welcome.â
âIf youâd like to leave, thatâs okay with me.â
âI donât want to. I want to stay here and keep you company.â
âYou must know that Iâm not the best of company right now.â
He chuckled. âYou must know that youâre not the best of company a lot of the time.â
By now she knew his words were only teasing.
âAnd?â
âAnd I donât feel like doing much at the moment. As a matter of fact, I think Iâm going to sit here with you, and wait for the doctors with you.â
âDonât expect me to be grateful.â Because, of course, she was grateful. She hadnât liked sitting alone.
To her