“Their doctors are good with this. There’s a possibility they can get him back to normal, but…”
But care in the military can be amazing or fail spectacularly. “Is there anything that can be done outside of that?”
“There’s a clinic in Green Mountain Narrows that specializes in the care Deacon needs. It’s the best in the world.”
Which means one thing. “The club will cover it.”
“I can’t ask that—”
“You didn’t ask. We’ll still cover it. Check out the rules. See if you can get him on the books and under our medical plan. If not, have them send Ledger the bills.”
“Havoc—”
“What happened to your boy could have happened to any of our children. Creed told me the other day he thought about following in Deacon’s footsteps.” I turn to Bishop. “We’re brothers. Your son is my son. And my son is yours. Send the club the bills.”
Bishop nods.
There’s no need for words.
“Who’s the beauty next door?”
Really? She didn’t head inside to hide. I was sure the music would get to her after a few minutes. “That’s the new neighbor, Greer.”
“Want me to go over and invite her to the party?”
That would be counterproductive. “Nah. This isn’t her type of thing. I’m pretty sure she was raised in a convent or something like that.”
“You’ve got a hot, goody-two-shoes for a neighbor. Though all the girls from convents I knew were hardly nuns. She taken?”
“Sort of. She lives alone. Only seen the guy once. He’s old enough to be my father.”
Bishop nods. He doesn’t need things laid out for him. “Shame. She doesn’t look like the type to need a man like that.”
“Can we ever truly understand a woman?” Especially a beautiful one.
“True. That’s why you and I are destined to spend our lives alone.”
I’m not alone. I have my brothers and Creed.
Lunch Plans
Greer
The breakfast burrito sitting on my counter, already wrapped, is probably a stupid idea, yet I found myself getting up early to make them just in case Creed doesn’t have real food to eat today. It’s tempting to go over and give his father a piece of my mind, but less conflict is required to just make him food myself. It’s not like I’ve got a lot going on now. I need to find something to fill my time with until the baby comes, or I’m going to lose my mind from boredom. There’s never been a time in my life when my calendar wasn’t filled before, even though I’ve never had a real job.
What am I going to do in a town this small?
That’s a problem for later.
Right now, I need to get the paper and find out if my grumpy neighbor’s kid is hungry.
He leaves for school right around this time every day. I belt my robe tighter to ward off the chill and head outside.
The kid is consistent, got to give him that.
“Hey, Greer.” He gives me a smile as he walks over. “I wanted to apologize about the party. We don’t usually have people over this frequently. Were we too loud?”
For as many people as they had over, they were surprisingly reasonable. “You have some good taste in music.”
