I’d figured the surgeon had given us rehabilitation exercises and that those were good enough. He hadn’t mentioned anything about physical therapy being a requirement, so I thought we’d be okay by ourselves.
I didn’t even need to look at Adi to know we hadn’t been as okay as I’d thought. Her recovery was on track, but I was pretty sure working with Chris would not only make it faster but also easier on her.
All of which meant, knock to my pride or despising being seen as a charity case or not, I had to take him up on his offer. “Yeah, sure. Okay. When?”
I heard papers shuffling and briefly wondered when the last time had been that he’d made his own appointments. “I can’t find the tablet. I’ll have to give you a call to schedule something, but it’ll be early next week. Does that work for you?”
“That’s actually sooner than I thought, so it’s perfect.”
“Great,” he said, sounding strangely relieved. “We’ll see you then. Give my best to Adi.”
“Thanks. I’ll do that.”
After I hung up the phone, Adi frowned at me and cocked her head. “You have a funny smile on your face.”
“Do I?” I hadn’t even realized it, but she was right. Try as I might, I couldn’t wipe it off. So weird. Is all this really because one doctor offered to help us?
I wasn’t used to being offered help, nor was I used to accepting it on the rare occasion the offer was made. As soon as Luna and Cyrus had heard about the accident, they’d immediately insisted on covering any medical expenses in full.
I’d declined, but I had a sneaky suspicion Cyrus had stepped in with the bills without my knowledge anyway. The final bill that had been presented to me had seemed way too low.
I’d vowed to take it up with Luna when I saw her. In fact, she was due here any minute.
A knock sounded at our door, and I knew it was going to be her. Her timing had always been scarily accurate.
They’d only gotten home recently, but she was spending more time here with us than she was at her flower shop. She’d been beside herself with worry for Adi and now seemed determined to check in on us every day. Unfortunately, I was somehow still wearing the funny smile when I went to answer the door.
Luna’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as soon as she saw me. “Is that a smile? What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.” I rolled my eyes, motioning her in. “Don’t pretend like I never smile. I’m a smiler.”
“Not like that you aren’t,” she said, dropping her gaze to give me a long onceover as if she would find the answer in a new pair of shoes or something. “That’s a me smile, not a you smile.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked. “It doesn’t sound like a real thing to me.”
“It’s real all right.” She followed me into the kitchen, making a beeline for Adi and giving her the biggest hug she could without hurting her. “How are you feeling today, honey?”
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” she grumbled.
Luna flashed her a radiant smile, batting those long lashes that got her whatever she wanted from her former alpha-hole husband. “We keep asking because we love you, of course. Cyrus sends his love, too. He’ll be popping in with me later in the week.”
“Oh, joy.” Maybe I’d just take the whole hospital bill situation up with him personally then.
My best friend cut me a glance before arching a brow at me. “Whatever it is you think he’s done, he hasn’t.”
“How do you know?” I planted a hand on my hip. “He doesn’t tell you everything, does he?”
Her ocean-blue eyes rolled as she shook her head. “If it has to do with you, he would have told me. Anyway, let’s get back to that smile. What was that all about?”
“It was a funny smile, right?” Adi asked.
“It was not a funny smile,” I argued, even though I knew it was a big fat lie. “It also wasn’t about anything juicy like you two seem to think. I just got a phone call with some good news.”
“Did you get a promotion at work?” Luna asked.
Adi answered her on my behalf. “No, I think she was on the phone to Doctor Chris, not to her boss.”
“Who’s Chris?” she asked with her eyes wide. “Why haven’t I heard about him before?”