“Who’s getting married?” I asked.
“My stepdaughter, Kayla, and her fiancée, Daisy, are getting married in the spring. They don’t want anything fancy, so we’re hosting it at the ranch.”
“I don’t see why I have to stay another night.” I complained after the doctor declined my request. It made sense for Matt to stay; they wanted to monitor him for at least twenty-four hours to make sure there were no complications with his skin graft, but I was fine.
Sore. Raspy. Tired.
None of those things required medical supervision.
“The doctor recommended a forty-eight hour stay,” my mom reminded me, because of course she and Dad were here when the doctor delivered the annoying news.
“What would you tell your patient?”
I crossed my arms to glare at my father for making me admit it was wise to follow the doctor’s orders.
Dad fought a smile as he said, “That’s what I thought. Now stop pouting.”
“I wasn’t pouting.” Maybe I was, but only a little.
“Shane, your mom, and I will take you and Matt home in the morning.”
“Did Shane get to Matt’s okay?”
“He got a ride with Jamie. Said he’d stock up with provisions so everything’s ready for you and Matt.”
Right. Matt and me. At his place.He called it our place. But other than agreeing I’d stay with him, we hadn’t talked about the logistics.
“I’ll need to stop by Jamie’s and grab a few things.”
“I’m sure we can arrange that.”
“And we’ll need to fill our prescriptions.”
“Madi, stop worrying. We’ll take care of everything, just focus on healing.” Mom said.
“Thank you.” I closed my eyes and fought off the yawn trying to escape. Matt said he’d come see me after dinner, so I wanted to stay awake.
We had a lot to talk about. Like, did he have a spare room. I’d be fine on his couch if he didn’t.Where will Shane sleep if I’m on the couch?
After eating the less than delicious meatloaf and soggy carrots, the pudding cup was a much needed flavorful treat.
I wouldn’t complain to the nurse, having suffered through more than my fair share of patients complaining about bland food during my shifts.
Matt was probably complaining or asking one of the guys to sneak him in a burger.
Why didn’t I think of that?
“Can we stop for breakfast on our way home?”
“Tell you what, I’ll cook a big breakfast for everyone once we get you settled in,” Mom offered. “How’s that sound?”
It sounded great. Mom’s breakfast was better than any restaurant’s.
Chapter 52
Matt
“So you don’t mind Mary cooking in your kitchen?” Shane asked as we climbed the stairs to my second-floor apartment.
