Chapter 92

“Mrs. Cooper, I told you the doctor is promising a complete recovery.”

“Indeed. Are you even telling me the truth?”

“Excuse me?” I was floored by her question. “Why would I lie to you?”

“You’ve got Sebring blood in your veins.” She muttered something about a lying old bastard.

“I have no idea why you’d make a statement like that, but I resent it very much. I’m willing to concede you’re upset because of DB’s injury—”

“Stop calling him by that ridiculous nickname.”

“Mrs. Cooper—”

“Enough! I’ll rent a car, and we’ll drive down. Kimberly, pack our belongings.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Where are you staying, ma’am? I’ll contact the New York office and have someone pick you up. You’d arrive here much sooner than if you drove yourself.”

“Very well,” she said grudgingly. “I suppose that’s the least you can do. We’re staying at the Bonheur, on Park Avenue.”