Chapter 148

They put away their clothes, then made the bed with clean linens and the comforter Milly had volunteered to take home with her, earlier in the week, to wash—along with all the towels and washcloths. “You don’t need to be worrying about them when you move back home,” she had told them when they protested they could do that themselves. “So, deal.” They did.

The doctor’s appointment was at two, which gave them enough time to stop for lunch first. “One way to get out of having to cook,” Brent teased.

“All in all, I’d rather have to cook every night than go through what we just did,” Quinn grumped, but he was smiling so Brent knew he wasn’t too upset at the idea of meals at restaurants for the foreseeable future.

They ate at a place close to the doctor’s office, then walked there. Brent was almost afraid to have the bandages removed, fearing his nose would turn out to be distorted.