My brows rose. “How old is she now?”
“Almost sixteen,” he answered. “Driving.”
My heart literally ached for him.
“Bossy is going to do great.” He laughed. “She’s been driving around on four-wheelers and side-by-sides since she was a little girl.”
“She sounds like she had a great life,” I said, practically begging to know more.
Weaver’s face turned solemn, and he looked like he was about to say something to expound on what I’d just said, but his phone rang.
He sighed. “It’s work. I’m on call.”
I would’ve patted his hand if I could move my arm. “It’s okay, Weaver. Get to work.”
“But I promised your sister you wouldn’t be alone.”
“And I’m not,” I pointed out. “I still have eight thousand nurses that come in to check on me once an hour.”
He sighed. “I want to tell you about Bossy…”
“When you get back,” I said. “Tomorrow. Not tonight. If you get back late, go home and sleep.”
He looked torn.
“When is their plane landing?” I asked.
“Noon,” he answered.
“Then get some sleep. Call in to work for tomorrow. And then bring her to meet me when you get her.”
He cleared his throat. “I think you’re going to be someone that changes my life, Eddy Wheeler.”
I smiled. “I know you’re someone that’s already changed mine.”
He left after that, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.
I was so caught up in those thoughts that I hadn’t realized anyone was there until I looked up and found a tall man in my doorway. He had salt and pepper hair, a well-groomed beard, and he looked achingly familiar, but I didn’t know why.
Then it hit me. “Aren’t you a senator?”
“Was,” he answered. “I’m Apollo.”
Understanding dawned. “You’re Weaver’s friend.”
He walked into the room, making sure to close the door firmly behind him, before taking the seat at my bedside.
His presence didn’t unnerve me, mostly because I’d never been alone since I’d arrived at the hospital. Between my sister and Weaver, they’d made sure there was always someone here with me.
“Do you need anything?” he asked.
“I would kill for a burger,” I admitted. “But the doctors said that I was still supposed to be on a soft food diet. So I’m stuck with hospital food for now.”
He frowned. “You could have macaroni or something.”
“I could, but it’s okay. I’ll live,” I agreed.
He studied me for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair and pulled out his phone.
