“Thank heavens, you made it.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t envy you. Bear is a bear today…and a man of little faith.” He stretched and loosened up his shoulders, then put on his shoes and jacket and took out his car keys. “Food’s in the fridge. Make sure he drinks enough liquids and takes his medicine.” He kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Celeste. You’re one great gal.”
“He’s a good friend, and I’m happy to do it. Keeping up appearances can be exhausting, can’t it? I’ll keep you in touch with progress reports. Do you think he’ll be well enough for the muster?”
“I’m keeping my fingers crossed, and he’s determined to be there. If I’m needed here today or tomorrow, let me know.”
* * * *
Bear returned to work with the same reserved attitude toward Dane, the same pattern off duty. He wouldn’t pick up or return phone calls. Dane drove over and almost broke the door hammering on it. He knew Bear was home, but he wouldn’t come to the door.