Waking Up to You Overexposed - By Leslie Kelly Page 0,15
law.”
That was striking a little close to home. “Because a stupid guy would understand you better?”
“No, because I wouldn’t give a damn if he didn’t!”
“You calling me smart, and saying you give a damn?” He wondered if she could see his half smirk. “Gee, hot and smart in one conversation. Better watch it, Miss Reid, or you’ll make my head swell.”
“Shut up, all right? Just. Stop. Talking.”
He finally started to laugh. The sound felt a little rusty; he didn’t make it very often anymore. And after a few seconds, she slowly joined in.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Maybe.”
“Women must threaten your life on a regular basis.”
“I guess.”
They were silent for a moment, then she sighed softly and said, “Thank you.”
She didn’t have to elaborate. He knew what she meant. So he merely replied, “You’re welcome.”
A few minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Seeing it ratcheted up her tension again, and she was yanking the handle and hopping out of the truck the second he parked. He caught up with her at the hospital entrance and escorted her to Buddy’s room.
After a soft knock, they entered to find the old man dozing. He was still hooked up to machines and a morphine drip and probably looked pretty bad to his granddaughter. But compared to how he’d looked after he’d fallen yesterday, this was quite an improvement. Oliver wasn’t sure he’d ever get over the terror he’d felt when he’d heard the loud cry of pain and he’d run around the house to see Buddy lying on the ground, looking like a fragile, broken porcelain doll.
“Grandpa?”
The eyes shot open and the old man turned to stare at her, his blue eyes shining with vitality and affection. “Candy-cane, what are you doing here?” He cast a glance at Oliver. “I told you not to worry anybody.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, bending to kiss his forehead. She tenderly brushed away a long strand of silvery hair—used in the ultimate old-man comb-over to cover the sizable bald spot on his pate. “Mom was going to come herself...”
“Ridiculous! She needs to stay in Florida and take care of your stodgy old fart of a father.”
Seeing the smile on Candace’s face, and the matching one on Buddy’s, Oliver could only think theirs was a close-knit family and the joke was an old one. Buddy had to be at least eighty, but he was usually as peppy and energetic as a much-younger man.
“Well, that’s why I came, to scope out the situation and see if she needed to visit.”
“She doesn’t!”
“You certainly seem peppy.”
“I’m feeling no pain,” he admitted. “You really don’t have to stay.”
“Of course I’m staying. I’ll be here when you get out of surgery, and I’ll be at your house waiting for you when you come home.”
He didn’t argue anymore, looking visibly touched and showing just the faintest hint of vulnerability. Buddy might not want to be a bother, but when it came to being in the hospital, nothing beat having family nearby. The old man hadn’t said anything about being nervous about his operation, but considering he hadn’t been expecting any such thing twenty-four hours ago, he had to be worried about it.
“I think I’ll give you two some time alone,” Oliver said. “Buddy, I just wanted to say I’m here and hope everything goes well with the surgery. I have no doubt you’ll be kicking up clods of dirt and rocks in no time.”
His boss nodded. “Thank you for bringing my grandbaby to see me.”
“Not a problem.”
“You’ll make sure she’s okay out there at the house? It’s awfully lonely and desolate for a helpless young girl on her own.”
He saw Candace roll her eyes at the description. “I’ll be fine,” she insisted. “I certainly don’t need a babysitter.”
“Humor an old man. Promise me you’ll let Oliver look after you.”
She glanced back and forth between them, her mouth opening and snapping closed. Obviously she didn’t want to promise any such thing. However, she didn’t want to upset her elderly relative, either. Finally, she hedged. “If I need anything, I’ll be sure to ask him.”
That could range from needing a roll of toilet paper to needing a spider killed. What it wasn’t was an agreement to let him watch over her.
“Promise?”
She obviously didn’t like being pressed, and mumbled, “If there’s a dire emergency, Oliver is the first one I’ll call.”
Buddy didn’t appear thrilled by the concession, but apparently knew he’d pushed hard enough. “All right.” Then he extended his hand. “Thank you again, Oliver.”