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“Are you okay? How about the hand?”
“The doctors want ht, but after that, they said I'll be tired but recover completely I'll be like ed hand off the bed, staring at it as if it were an alien “As to the hand, I have to wait and see, but I'll be painting again The only way I'll give it up is if I lose all ure out how to paint with my toes”
“And is that what you plan to do? Go back to Vegas and paint?”
The plan gelled together in her head in an instant It was perfect She wanted him He wanted her Tion “Hell no I know exactly what I'as
Chapter Twenty
The end of the lunch crowd filled The Harvest Bistro to capacity and Josie weaved her way between the tables with a nine-ounce steak and rosees drizzled with olive oil in one hand and pan-seared salreens in the other
When the doctors told her she’d be right as rain within a ured they were full of shit But true to their word, she felt fine Her right hand got tired easy, but Dr Coll said that would go away in time too It had been four weeks since she'd last seen Sam Layton in her hospital room
Four very long weeks
Not that she'd been sitting around waiting for his call or chasing after hi she was sure he never expected Ignoring him Eventually, he'd break, she was sure of it, but she didn't kno er she'd be able to hold out Odds were she'd be knocking on his door in less than forty-eight hours
In theout the studio cabin to her for the foreseeable future and had spent theback to Vegas after all that had happened make her sick to her stomach She liked the pace and friendliness of sured waiting tables in Dry Creek couldn't be that different than in Vegas She'd been filling out an application to work at Harvest when the lunch crowd had swarmed the place, so she'd offered to help out until it slowed a bit
“So has that son of mine shown his face yet?” Glenda Layton spread her napkin on her lap and glanced approvingly at her salmon
“I haven't seen him” Josie put the steak in front of Bob Layton
“No one has I swear that boy has burrowed underground” She eyeballed her husband of forty years “I thought you were going to have a talk with him”
“I did”
She tossed up her hands in frustration “And?”