I hung up and got in my truck, turning toward the hospital instead of the highway out of town. I wasn’t as sure about this as Lizzy was, but a small part of me hoped that there was still some part of Josie that wanted me.
Even if I was bad for her.
I was just pulling into the hospital when my phone rang. It was Lizzy.
“Yeah?”
“I take everything back. You’re fired.”
“You’re welcome,” I chuckled, then hung up the phone.
As soon as I shoved the door open, my laughter died on my lips. This was it. My last shot at redemption. My last chance to have even an ounce of happiness in my life. And if she even hinted she might not be through with me, I would be a fool to walk away.
“Here goes nothing,” I muttered.
Heading up to her room, I was surprised to find Sawyer in there in a wheelchair, laughing and teasing her. Pressing up against the wall, I listened in, not ready to reveal myself yet.
“Well, look on the bright side. This time, it’ll be you drowning in your relationship sorrows while I hold your hair back as you puke.”
“How is that a bright side?” Josie asked.
“Maybe it’s not, but it’s a nice change of pace. Hey, did I ever tell you that Scarlet tried to get me to have a three-way with JR?”
He shivered visibly, and I wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment.
“That’s disgusting.”
“No kidding. Doesn’t she know that a three-way always involves two chicks and one man?”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” she huffed, wincing as she held her side. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Laughter is the best medicine.”
“Not when every inch of your body hurts.”
“Hey, I took a bullet. You were just punched a few times,” Sawyer teased. “I have an actual hole in my body.”
“You have one in your brain also, but that hasn’t stopped you from living your life.”
“Ooh, now things get mean. See, I knew you couldn’t always be the nice sister.”
“I’m cranky,” Josie muttered. “I just want to go home and have some tea.”
“Well, you get to leave tomorrow. I’ll make sure everything’s ready for you.”
“With your one arm?”
He flinched back. “Of course not. I’ll play the sympathy card and make everyone else do everything for me.”
“Just don’t let any of your friends go through my drawers.”
“Hey, I make no guarantees.”
Deciding I’d been snooping long enough, I knocked on the door and entered, waiting impatiently to find out if she’d kickme out. There was no immediate reaction like I’d hoped for. She didn’t seem pissed at me, but she wasn’t smiling either.
I wasn’t sure that boded well for me.
Sawyer turned himself toward the door, pretending he was running late. “Gee, look at the time. I gotta…go get that colonoscopy.”
