Chapter 29

“Sort of,” Gary replied. “They fed me lunch, and it was pretty decent. But then you know that since you watched me eat before sneaking off to the cafeteria to get something more filling.”

“I didn’t sneak,” Steve protested. “I told you where I was going.”

“And refused to bring anything back for me.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

“Uh-huh. So what are you fixing for dinner?”

“I was thinking Jell-O and beef broth.”

“You do and I’m divorcing you.” Gary winced as he tried to find a more comfortable position. That washard, Steve knew, with the immobilizer sling for his shoulder, plus his two fractured ribs.

Steve took the bottle of prescription painkillers they’d picked up at the hospital pharmacy from his pocket, setting it on the side table, and went to get a glass of water..

When he returned, Gary was scowling in frustration. “Why is there a child-proof cap on this damned thing?”