Chapter 4

The nurse nodded. “Emerson. What’s your last name?”

“Willis.”

“Go ahead, Mr. Willis.”

“I, err, well…I guess that Sean slipped on a patch of ice on 40th Street. A truck didn’t see him and it looked like he’d be hit. I sort of pushed him out of the way.”

The details were sketchy in his mind.

The nurse’s mouth was wide open. “You pushed him out of the way of a moving vehicle?”

“Uh…”

“He did,” Sean said with another tender squeeze of Emerson’s hand. “He’s an angel, isn’t he?”

She nodded her head emphatically, then seemed to realize her professional mask was slipping. She cleared her throat. “And are you injured at all, Mr. Willis?”

Emerson hadn’t really thought of it. When he’d tackled Sean, Emerson landed on his knees, then rolledthem along the gravelly blacktop. He supposed he did ache, but not enough to mention it here.

“No, I think Sean took the brunt of the fall.”

Sean laughed, and his voice suddenly sounded like chimes, sweet and melodic. “So, you used me for padding?”