“Uh…I don’t think so. You should probably ask Lany.”
“I’ll talk to him. If anyone knows how to make this showing great, it’s Cynthia Harris.”
Now, I just needed to convince Lany that the whole thing needed security.
A lot of security.
Chapter Three
Lany
“Does it still hurt?” I scooted myself up onto the end of Eddie’s hospital bed and crossed my legs. I hated the hard chairs they provided for visitors. They might have been covered in fabric and not plastic, but they were still harder than hell.
They sucked.
Eddie chuckled. “Only when I breathe.”
“But there’s no lasting damage, right?”
Ooh. Jell-O.
I grabbed the cup of red Jell-O off of Eddie’s lunch tray and started eating it. Yum, strawberry. I don’t care what anyone said; hospital food was the bomb.
“The doctor says I should heal fine. I just need to remember not to walk around a bunch for the next little while.”
I waved my spoon at Eddie in a dismissive gesture. “Which is why you’re going to let me and Lyn help you with the art exhibit. You can just sit in a chair and direct, let us do all the heavy lifting.”
“Lany, you don’t have to—”
“Not up for debate.” I took another bite of Jell-O. “Friends help friends.”
I didn’t know why that was such a strange concept to everyone. It seemed perfectly simple to me.
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts, unless we’re talking about mine, which is very cute by the way.” I shrugged when Eddie gave me a strange look. “Just saying.”
Eddie chuckled. “You are too weird for words, my friend.”
I wiggled my eyebrows, my grin wide. “Right?”
Most people thought I was kooky. They didn’t see my strange idiosyncrasies as a good thing. Only Sal did, which was why I loved him so much. He thought I was special, and not the “a few fries short of a Happy Meal” kind of special. He liked me, kookiness and all.
“Lyn will be stopping by after work,” I said as I finished off the Jell-O and then set the empty container and plastic spoon down on the tray. “When do we get to spring you from this place?”
“They’re probably going to keep me until I can get round on my own.”
I sat up straighter, my heart thundering a little faster. “Why?” I glanced down at the bandage on Eddie’s leg. “Are you hurt worse than you originally thought?”
“No.” Eddie shook his head. “The doc just doesn’t want me to be on my own until I’m a little more healed. He’s afraid I’ll fall or something trying to get around.”
“Fine.” I shrugged as I started looking through the other untouched food on Eddie’s tray. “Come stay with me and Sal. We have a spare room.”
“I couldn’t do that,” Eddie insisted. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I just—”
“Nonsense.” I easily dismissed Eddie’s objections. Friends did not let friends suffer alone. “Just as soon as the doctor releases you, we’ll head to the penthouse. I’m sure Lyn wouldn’t mind going by your place to grab you a few things. You just need to make a list of what you need.”
“Lany, I can’t—”
