Lone Star Christmas by Delores Fossen

Author:Delores Fossen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2018-07-19T14:45:04+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I WANT TO kick or punch something,” Shelby snarled, and she knew no one in the hospital waiting room would accuse her of sounding like a cranky toddler.

Well, no one who didn’t want to risk her yelling at them—which would be her version of actually kicking and punching, but she was looking at a couple of chair legs that might catch the brunt of a kick or two.

And Callen was looking at her as if he might offer himself up as a punching bag.

He felt bad about keeping her dad’s secret. She knew that. He was pacing across the waiting room just as she was, and his expression was worried with a spattering of “I’m screwed.”

But mostly it was worried.

It not only mirrored what she was feeling, but Shelby also knew it wasn’t going to ease up anytime soon—not until they heard from the doctor and nurses who’d whisked her father into an examining room. Whenever that would be. Even though it seemed like a millennium or two, it had only been about ten minutes since they’d done that whisking away.

“He was too pale,” she muttered when the urge for her to kick or punch lessened some.

Callen didn’t go for sugarcoating, something that only would have riled her more. He made a sound of agreement, groaned and scrubbed his hand over his face. Maybe he was getting the kicking and punching urge. Of course, he’d likely want to aim that at himself. No way could he be pleased with himself for agreeing to her dad’s dumb-head plan of keeping something like this quiet.

The ER doors swished open, and she immediately heard the sounds of hurried footsteps and distress. Lots of “oh dears” and what appeared to be a whimper. A few seconds later, Rosy came rushing in. She was swishing, too, because she was still in her wedding dress that swept through like a big pink plow, leaving a trail of sequins and seamstress pins in its wake.

Judd was right behind Rosy, and behind him were Lucy, Mateo and Alice, who still had pins clamped in her mouth. Obviously, they’d been in alteration mode, though Lucy had changed out of the bridesmaid dress and was back to her usual jeans.

“Oh dear,” Rosy repeated.

Judd wasn’t oh dearing, though. His gaze zoomed straight to Shelby. She suspected Judd was plenty worried, too, but he had a slightly different way of showing it. Intensity that was well past the kicking and punching mode.

“Where’s Buck, and what the hell happened?” Judd demanded.

To answer the first part of the question, Shelby motioned toward the corridor with the examining rooms. The second part wasn’t quite so easy to answer. It probably would have helped had her throat not clamped as tight as a miser’s fist, and she found herself motioning to Callen to do the explaining.

“Buck passed out at the diner,” Callen said. “He regained consciousness and wanted to go home, but Shelby and I brought him here.”

“Oh dear,” Rosy said. There was a whole lot of shakiness in those two muttered words.

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