I frowned when he typed away at the screen for a long moment, ignoring me.
My lips were twitching so hard by the time he looked up at me that he tilted his head. “What?”
Seventeen
We go together like drunk and disorderly.
—Eddy to Nettie
Eddy
“What are you doing here?” I wondered.
There was no fear inside of me, not when Weaver had made sure that I wasn’t alone when he wasn’t able to be here. I’d met several of his club friends and a few of their wives.
But there was a whole lot of curiosity in this man that seemed too important to be here for no reason.
Weaver’s friend was older and had salt and pepper in his hair and beard. He was a senator to boot. There was no way he was here to babysit me. He definitely had an agenda.
“A friend of Weaver’s,” he confirmed. “Figured you could use some company.”
I smiled. “I’ll take anything you have to give.”
Because lying there in a hospital bed for hours a day was so much fun.
Plus, I’d gotten used to skipping the commercials and ads. It was pure torture to watch a TV show that still showed commercials.
“I have about an hour.” He put his phone down and studied me for a long moment. “What’d it feel like?”
“Getting attacked by a bear?”
He nodded.
“I was scared,” I said. “Did you hear the 9-1-1 call? I feel like I can hear it in my dreams—that operator’s voice.”
He nodded. “I heard it. Actually, I heard it live.”
My brows rose. “You what?”
He scratched at his head. “How much did Weaver tell you about me?”
“Not very much,” I said. “I’ve just heard your name said now and then.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, and I noticed then that he was wearing a wide wedding band on his left ring finger. Lucky lady.
But his next words broke my heart, and had me blinking in surprise at his explanation into who he was and why he was here.
“I lost a little boy.”
I looked sharply at him. “I’m sorry.”
Because what did you say about that?
“So I know what it’s like to lose the thing you love most in this world.”
I blinked.
“You barely know him,” he said.
