Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Parents. Wow.”
“I’m sure they’re good people. Tore has a lot of respect for them.” Her smile gentled. “Relax, Susie. They’re going to love you.”
“Sure. Right. It’ll be fine.”
* * *
I answered the door late in the afternoon to a slender woman with a long gray bob. Behind her stood a handsome man with a short gray beard. Lars and Tore took after their father. But they had their mother’s blue eyes.
“You must be Susie,” said Lars’s mother with a tight worried smile. “I’m Deborah and this is my husband, Henning.”
“Nice to meet you.” I stepped back. “Come in. Please.”
And behind Lars’s parents stood Aaron. Because they were all that damn close, apparently. Awesome. He nodded stiffly. “Susie.”
I said nothing.
Deborah and Henning went straight to their son. Lars was propped up in the chair watching a sports channel. There might be people out there who were worse at being sick. But it was doubtful. The man refused to stay in bed. It was only his pain tolerance that kept him in the armchair instead of being up and about. While they gave him the good stuff at the hospital, the pain relief they sent him home with was far less effective.
Deborah carefully kissed the unhurt side of his face. “I’ve been so worried.”
“Son,” said Henning, with a frown. They had the same frown. For some reason, this was charming.
“What happened?” asked his mom.
“I was crossing the street and some asshole ran a red light.” Lars gave his best friend a nod. Though what the actual status on their friendship was these days, I had no idea. He didn’t, however, seem surprised to see Aaron here. Guess they’d been friends for so long he was treated like family. His parents did live next door to Lars’s. The ties between them all obviously ran deep.
“You look like a mess,” said Aaron.
Lars tried to smile and winced. “Yeah.”
“As soon as we found out, I booked us flights home,” said Deborah.
“Your mom called to ask if I’d been to the hospital.” Aaron hovered near the door. He should be unsure of his unwelcome. “If I’d spoken to your doctor.”
Deborah shook her head in amazement. “He hadn’t even heard about the accident.”
“It all happened pretty fast,” said Lars. “They’ve had me on strong painkillers.”
Aaron gave a brief flicker of a smile. “I offered to pick Deborah and Henning up from the airport and drive them here. Thought it’d give me a chance to confirm that you’re still alive with my own eyes.”
Lars gave him a wan smile.
“It’s so good of your friend to let you stay here.” Deborah crouched by the armchair and placed her hand on her son’s. A real live loving mother. It was a beautiful thing to see.
Henning nodded. “Thank you, Susie.”
I smiled.
“You’ll come home with us now, though, won’t you?” asked Deborah. “I know you prefer to do everything for yourself. You always have. But obviously this is a case where you need some help. My craft things are in your old room. But you can stay in the guest room while you recuperate. Then I’ll be able to look after you.”
“Mom—”
“That would be best, I think.”
“My mom said to say she’s glad you’re okay,” reported Aaron. “She’s making her chicken noodle soup for you. I told her you’d probably prefer brownies.”
“And if I have to pop out and your dad is busy she said she’d come over and sit with you,” said Deborah. “We have it all worked out. Around-the-clock care.”
Lars’s gaze jumped to where I was standing off to the side. He seemed to be trying to communicate something to me. But I wasn’t sure what exactly.
“We should go soon. Get you settled in at home so you can rest.” Deborah stood and surveyed the wreck of my house. Because of course the grocery delivery had arrived five minutes before them. Bags and bottles were everywhere. And my work was spread out across the dining room table so I could keep an eye on Lars. His mom’s smile was understanding. “Get out of Susie’s way.”
I smiled back at her. Then I turned to her son. “Whatever you want is fine with me. You know that.”
Lars kept right on staring at me.
“That’s very kind of you, Susie,” said Deborah. “I understand you used to date—”
“Yes,” I said.
Aaron jangled his car key fob.
Deborah smiled softly. “How wonderful that you’ve all been able to remain friends.”
Aaron’s smile was not the least bit convincing. Schmuck.
“We’ll have to have you over, Susie,” said Deborah. “Thank you for taking such good care of our son.”
“I’d like that.”
She gave Lars’s shoulder a pat. “Though I was a little surprised you weren’t at Amie’s.”
“That ended,” said Lars.
“What a shame. She was such a lovely accomplished young woman. What happened?”
“He’ll tell us if and when he wants to,” said Henning, giving his son a wink.