A crust stuck in my throat. I coughed.
“Amy went with me to visit Granddad,” Trey said.
“How’s he doing?” John asked.
I threw him a grateful look. He smiled blandly.
“You know the old man. He’s indestructible,” Trey said. “He’ll be home in another week.”
“That’s a lot of work for you and Dee,” Meg observed. “Let me bring over dinner one night.”
“Thanks, but we’re fine.”
“Trey hired a home health aide,” I said. “To help with rehab.”
“Anyway, the doctor says Granddad’s doing great. He’ll be running around in no time,” Trey said.
Running?I didn’t think so. On the other hand, I wasn’t a doctor. I hadn’t even talked to Mr. Laurence’s doctor.
Meg raised her eyebrows very slightly. “Well, that’s... good. He’s your only family, right?”
“Trey has a grandmother in Florida. Have you called her?” I asked him.
“Not yet.”
“But you will.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Pushy, aren’t you?”
“It’s one of my most attractive qualities,” I assured him.
His smile deepened. Something spilled inside me, a bolt of color rolling and unfurling everywhere.
“We should think about getting home,” John said.
I pulled myself together. “Yes. Okay. Bye.”
“Great to see you,” Trey said.
“Oh, but...” Meg said.
“We told the sitter nine o’clock,” John said.
“Fine. We’ll catch up later.” Meg glanced again at Trey’s arm on the back of the booth. Hit me with the Mother Hen look. “Callme.”
“Hey, guys.”
Trey’s gaze jerked over Meg’s shoulder to the door.
Jo.
Of course.
She flopped into the booth beside Trey, squashing him into me. “Ooh, flatbread.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked. Stupid question. This was Eric’s restaurant.
“I came to celebrate,” Jo said around a mouthful of flatbread. “I’m done! Finished!”
