Chapter 31

“Did you get his license plate number?” was another comment.

“Any bruises? Can I see?”

Through all the murmurs and suggestions, Gregory’s made the most sense. “Go home, soak your bones, take some Extra Strength Tylenol and get some rest.” Thankfully, I had some in my bathroom above the sink.

I looked at the patrons around me. “Mind if I close early?” I asked, and that was fine with them.

Five minutes later, I moved stiffly to my car, accompanied by my human walking stick, Gregory, who helped me into the front seat. “You sure I can’t drive you home?” His worry for me eased my mind.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you. Maybe you can have lunch with me sometime soon as a ‘thank you’?” I grinned, never one to turn down an opportunity to flirt, no matter what.