Santa Baby Maybe (Kane Christmas Book 2) by S. Doyle

Author:S. Doyle [Doyle, S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-21T23:00:00+00:00

“I told you it wasn’t broken,” Joy said triumphantly as a male nurse wheeled her back into the reception area. An older woman wearing a white coat, whom I assumed was the doctor, trailed behind them holding a pair of crutches.

“Not broken,” the older woman said. “But a bad sprain, which sometimes can be worse. I’ve wrapped it up tight. You’re going to want to stay off it for at least a week.”

I stood and took the crutches from her. “Anything else I need to know?”

“I gave her all my instructions. Keep it elevated, ice until the swelling goes down. And don’t try to put any weight on it. Take a pain reliever if you need it,” the doctor told Joy.

But I was the one nodding. I would get her home first, assess whether she had what she needed, i.e., ice bag, pain reliever, groceries to hold her over for seven days, and if not then do the shopping for her.

“Thank you, doctor,” Joy said as I was pulling out my phone to call for another Uber.

The woman smiled and patted Joy on the shoulder. “Looks like your husband plans to take good care of you. I’ll leave you in his hands.”

“Oh, that’s not my husband,” Joy objected. “Does he even look like he could be my husband? No way. Nope. Just a guy I work with.”

“I’ll make sure she’s well cared for,” I said. “Thank you, doctor.”

“Yep,” she said, and she and the nurse returned down the hallway from where they’d come.

“Your address, Joy.”

“Crazy. My husband. As if,” Joy was muttering.

“Joy,” I said more sharply. “Address.”

“Why do you need my address?”

“So I can plug it into the app,” I explained. “Then a very nice man or woman will pull up shortly in a car and take us there. It’s this magical thing called Uber.”

“I can call for my own car. I have crutches now to get around. You don’t need to take me home.”

My jaw dropped. Was she serious? “Joy, we have to get you home. I have to find out if you have everything you need. If you don’t, I need to get it for you. Right now, your only responsibility is lying down on a couch. I assume you have a couch? If you don’t, then we’re going to my place.”

Her jaw tightened like she was going to be stubborn.

“Joy! I did this to you. You have to let me make this better. Now, you have two seconds to give me your address or I’m taking you back to my place.”

Relenting, she gave me her address and I plugged it in, taking the effort to save the information for future purposes, even though I had no idea what they would be.

She refused to allow me to carry her to the car when it arrived, and I relented because she was still in the wheelchair. But I did lift her out of the chair and into the car as carefully as I could. Wheelchair returned, crutches on the

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