She was already dressed for work in her usual bank attire.Black slacks, navy blouse, and her hair pulled into the neat bun she’d worn every weekday for the last twenty years.
It was eight-thirty.
She had to be at the bank at nine.
“How was last night?”she asked gently.
I let my head flop back onto the pillow and laughed flatly.“It was a rager,” I said dryly.“Never had more fun being bedridden.”
The past six nights had been exactly the same as the first.
Pain.
Restlessness.
Me glaring at the ceiling.
My mom laughed softly and stepped into the room.“It’s going to get better.”
I turned my head toward her.“Have you been shot before?”I asked.
She gave me a look.“No, Britta.”Then she softened.“But I can assure you that you are going to be fine.”
I would really like to know when thefinepart was going to start happening.
“Sorry,” I sighed and closed my eyes.“This just sucks.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and patted my leg through the blanket.“Which sucks more?”she asked.“Being shot or having to stay with your mommy?”
I couldn’t help it.A laugh bubbled out of me.“Being shot,” I admitted.“The only good thing is that I do get to spend more time with you.Though I feel like I’ve just been sleeping most of the time.”
Mom laughed.“So nothing really changed from when you lived here in high school then.”She gave me a knowing look.“I remember not being able to get you out of bed until two o’clock on weekends.”
“It wasn’t that late,” I grumbled.
“Sure, honey.”She stood up and smoothed her blouse.“I need to get to work.Anything you need?”
I shook my head.
She smiled toward the front of the house.“Well,” she said lightly, “I’m sure if you need anything, your biker outside will be able to help.”
“Mom,” I groaned.I had told her over and over that Swift was just making sure I was safe until they figured out who shot me.
Just temporary protection, no big deal.
Of course, Mom’s immediate response had been that it was the police’s job to protect me.
But interestingly enough?
She hadn’t pushed Swift to leave.
Not even once.
Even she seemed a little intimidated by him and the club.
Twister had charmed the hell out of her when he and Tempi came over to check on me a couple days ago.The man had some kind of supernatural charisma switch he could flip on when needed.
Swift?
