Chapter 15

On my way out the door, Brent approached me. “I…I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t want—”

“Save it,” I growled. He was making an effort, which was nice, but at the moment I was in too much pain and still too angry with him over what he had said to listen to him without wanting to slap him myself.

Caleb stayed with me in the backseat all the way to the hospital. “Some way to spend the holidays, huh?” he joked.

I smiled. “I thought we might break some plates or glasses, or at least I would have a breakdown, but I never guessed I would be physically broken.” Caleb chuckled and shook his head. “What?” I asked.

“I shouldn’t have been so specific,” he replied. “I prayed to Dian Cecht to protect your heart and mind from pain, but maybe I should have asked him to protect all of you in general.”

I laughed. “It’s a little late for that, but could you ask him to please speed my recovery? I sort of need this arm for stuff.”

“I know you do, babe. I’ll take care of you too.”