It took a while for them to make it through town to Mick’s place. When they finally arrived, Mrs. Peters and Ralphie were standing on the front stoop.
“Now what?” Mick asked as Wynn helped him out of the car.
“Well,” John hedged, “she, umm, made a cake and so there is going to be a small party. Just us and therest of the deputies, because she insisted.”
“And when she insists, we do,” Carly added with a laugh.
“If you’re not up for this,” Wynn told him quietly, “I’ll just tell them the doctor ordered you to go straight to bed when you got home.”
“No, I’m fine. Really. At least for a while.”
So with Wynn’s arm around Mick’s waist to keep him stabilized, they went inside.