“It’s horrible.”
“But you’ll feel better later. That is, if you don’t get a massive stomachache. Better go easy on it,” he said thoughtfully, taking the bottle from me.
“We should get back.”
“Right. To the waiting room of doom and gloom.”
Sighing, I linked my arm through his just so I didn’t feel so alone. “Aren’t you worried?”
“About Liam? Are you kidding? He once put a nail through his leg and kept right on working.”
“After he cleaned it up?”
“Nope. Just yanked it out and got on with work. In fact, I think he might have even left it in until he finished the job,” he frowned.
“Couldn’t someone else finish the job?”
“You know him. Does that sound like something he would do?”
No, it didn’t. Liam was one of the hardest-working men I knew. If there was a job to be done, he would take care of it.
“Just like putting gas in my car.”
“Well, don’t be too hard on yourself. Anyone could have crashed in that tiny car of yours.”
“My car is not tiny. It’s a perfectly normal size for a woman like me.”
“Sure, if you like Matchbox cars.”
I jabbed my elbow in his ribs, trying not to smile.
“You know he’s never going to let you live this down. You’ll be in a steel cage for the rest of your life. Either that or he’ll insist on driving you everywhere. By the time you’re eighty, you’ll feel like Ms. Daisy.”
“He’s not that bad.”
Jeff snorted, leading me around the corner to the empty waiting room. “Sure, tell me that when?—”
“Where is everyone? No one’s here.”
“Well placed. You should be a detective,” he teased.
Rushing over to the nurse’s station, I slapped my hand on the counter until the woman buried in paperwork looked up at me.
“Excuse me, has there been an update on Liam Parker?”
“The doctor came out a few minutes ago.” Lowering her head, she got back to work.
“And?” I snapped.
Sighing, she looked up at me tiredly. “And you’ll have to ask him. Judy just took the family back to see him.”
“So, he’s alive?” I asked hopefully.
“Well, they wouldn’t have taken them to the morgue,” she retorted.
“Thanks. That’s very helpful,” I snapped.
Jeff tugged me away from the desk before I could launch myself across it and beat the woman to a pulp. Not that I would. I didn’t actually have a single bone in my body that was capable of beating another person. Not once in my life had I been in a fight.
