He laughs. “Just remember to repay the favor if we ever need it.”
“Will do.” I end the call and return Casey-Marie’s phone. Then I roll down my sleeves and grab my blazer. “Clear my schedule and calls.”
“What I can’t, I’ll forward there.”
“Please have the valet grab a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, a jacket, and sneakers for Special Agent Stalky McClutzyface, and have them sent over to Walter Reed.” I head for the door.
She snickers. “Yes, Mister President. But why shorts?”
“Because if his knee’s jacked up they’ll likely put a brace on it.” I turn. “And please use my personal card to buy an electric guitar and amp, or something equally and obnoxiously loud, to stick up in the music room. I don’t care what it is as long as it’s an instrument Leo can play badly and loudly and logically needs a soundproofed room in which to do it.”
She tips her head as she arches her eyebrows and innocently asks, “Not a saxophone?”
I glare. “No.Nota fucking saxophone. Those are jokes I donotneed.”
She laughs. “Yes, Mister President. Thank you.”
Despite not wearing my running Duck I still break into a limping jog as I head down the hall, my detail jogging with me while the agent in the lead gets on his radio and informs everyone I’m coming in hot.
“I ordered Jordan to stay with Leo,” I tell him. “Please pass the word to Leo’s detail that Jordan isnotto be separated from him, even at the hospital.”
“Yes, Mister President.” He relays the order.
My pulse finally slows a little and I realize this is overkill when Leo’s going to be fine.
Except I want to be with him.
I want to put eyes on him, and on Jordan.
I want to assure myself they’re both all right.
Plus, there’s the optics to think of. If I shouldn’t be there, Jordan and Leo both would have already ordered me to stay put. Except this will become astoryif it looks like the president doesn’t give a crap that his hubby ended up in the ER, no matter how minor the injury or how funny the circumstances.
Goddammit, my hubby’s in the ER, and our other husband has to pretend he’snot.
Not our husband, that is.
Oh, I’m sooo going to razz Leo’s ass, too. All the times he’s yelled at me when I’ve hopped around without Duck or using my walker or wheelchair, warning me that I’m going to fall and bust my ass and get hurt.
And nowHe’sthe one on his way to the ER.
Might get me spanked but I don’t care.
Actually, Idocare—yay, I might get spanked!
CHAPTERSIXTY-TWO
People partlike the Red Sea for me and my detail as I rush into Walter Reed. At least I sort of know my way around here already. We head to the special presidential medical suite reserved for me and my family members.
That’s where I find half of Leo’s detail and Jordan—
And an empty bed.
I spin around. “Whereis he?”
Jordan’s in Sir mode, I can feel it. He holds up his hands, placating me. “Radiology, sir. Mr. Cruz ordered me to wait here for you. They’ll bring him back here when they’re finished.”
“Why Radiology? How bad is he? And why thehellaren’t you with him? Ispecificallygave you orders for you to stay with him!”
