Luscious - Lexi Blake Page 0,19

“I think you’ll discover my brother believes he owes you for more than good pies. And so do I.”

“Is she really all right?” He couldn’t take his eyes off Ally.

“That one is stubborn as hell, but she seems fine,” the doctor said.

“You checked her out?” When Ian said he’d brought a friend in, Macon thought it was likely an old Army buddy with some medic training. He would feel so much better if a practicing doctor had examined her.

Will pulled out a penlight. “Yes, I did. I had to promise there would be no paperwork. That girl is terrified of hospital bills. Not that I blame her. Yours is going to be a doozy. Let me take a look at your eyes.”

After a few moments of flashing too-bright lights in his eyes, Will proclaimed him ready to go home. He’d taken a whack to his head, but Will hadn’t seen any real damage in the incredibly expensive CT scan he’d been put through. “I can release you today, but I want you to rest for a few days. With your leg injury, you could be off balance. You’re not long post op, are you?”

He shook his head, uncomfortable even talking about it. He knew Ally knew, but he’d been careful around her. She hadn’t seen him trip or have to adjust the damn thing. She certainly hadn’t seen his stump. Knowing and seeing were two different things. “It’s been almost a year.”

“Well, it can take even longer for you to get truly confortable with the prosthetic. I noticed your organic leg is banged up.”

“What?” Adam asked.

His brother could be a mother hen at times. “I fell while I was jogging.”

Will held up a hand, stopping Adam’s next comment. “It’s good. You should attempt to do all the things you did before. Trying to get back to normal is an excellent sign, but you have to take better care of those scrapes and lay off the running for a week. You need someone to keep an eye on you for the next few days and I’ll need to see you again in about a week.”

“We’ll take care of it, Will,” Adam said.

“No. I will.”

Everyone turned to look at the woman who had said the words. Ally sat up, blinking and then covering her yawn. She looked like a sleepy kitten waking up. She stood up and stretched, her breasts moving against the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

“He’s not the only one who needs watching after,” Daley said with a frown, looking her way. “I have no idea how you slept on that thing. Aren’t you sore?”

She shook her head. “I’ve had worse. Look, Miles and I can watch out for each other. You’ve got a place, right?”

Despite the events of the night before, she looked pretty and young. He probably looked really rough. “Yeah, but it’s really my brother’s guesthouse.”

She shrugged. “Digs is digs, Miles. You’ve got a place to crash and I have a car. Yeah, the restaurant might not have survived but Bessie did. And to think all those stupid mechanics wanted to put her down when she hit two hundred K. So between the two of us, we are practically a fully functional human being.”

“With three and a quarter legs.” The sarcasm was catching.

“Yep. We got those, too. And stop complaining. You’ve got a three-quarters bionic leg. What do you say, Miles? Can I crash at your place for a while and we can get the docs off our backs?”

He nodded and then winced. Damn, they were a sad couple.

Couple. He’d kissed her. It had been going somewhere until Mother Nature decided to try to kill them.

She slapped her hands together. “Cool. Then lay it on me, Doc. What do I need to watch for with the big guy?”

She and Will stepped outside, talking about pain medications and side effects.

“Is the restaurant gone?” They might have less than Ally said. They might be down two jobs.

Sean shook his head. “She’s exaggerating. We’ve got blown windows and some minor damage. We’ll be open again in a week, which will give you plenty of time to recover. I’m going to find someone else to do the desserts for the parties. You need to rest.”

Sean was hosting a birthday party for his wife this weekend. Two actually. There was a family party on Saturday afternoon and an adults-only party at Adam, Jake, and Serena’s that night. Macon had already planned a spectacular cake. “Don’t. I’ll be fine in a couple of