Chapter 48

Lee rested back

in his seat, half-closed his eyes, and took a long, deep breath.

“You’re okay?”

Patrick asked.

“Bruised but

comfortable. Relieved.” Lee smiled. “Though I don’t think I’ll be taking up

Olympic athletics any time soon.”

Patrick smiled

too. “If you take your time, who knows? Seriously, we can get you a chair at

home if needs be—”

Lee’s snort of

complaint was enough answer for that.

“Um.” Patrick

cleared his throat. “You remembered I don’t have a car, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, of

course. But I had to tell Mum and Dad you’d drive me home or they’d have hung

around for even longer.” He looked down at his hands, clasped loosely in his

lap. “I love them, of course I do. I just don’t want all this bloody fuss.”

“But you are

still recovering.” Silence fell between them while Patrick tried to think of

the right thing to say. “I’ll get a cab to take you home.” Another silence.

Patrick had no idea why he was finding it so hard to chat easily to the man