““Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked, holding the door open for me as my nurse helped me out of the wheelchair. I punched him in the arm. “What?” “Rick was boarding with me. That’s all. Anything else is a figment of your—and possibly his—imagination.” My nurse managed to keep a straight face, for which I was thankful. Although I couldn’t remember his name, we got quite buddy-buddy during my hospital stay. He had a pretty good notion that Rick’s attentions were not entirely unwelcome. Can’...t blame a girl for enjoying the attention. Once we were underway, I brought Walter up to date. “Rick moved out,” I announced. “After almost getting killed twice because someone wants him dead, I decided that it was time for him to go.” “Who wants him dead?” “Who knows?” I said with a shrug that didn’t hurt as much as I expected.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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