Page 74 of State of Suspense

“I assume the needle to the hip doesn’t feel good.”

“I’d numb you up beforehand.”

“What about my arm?”

“Your wrist is sprained. I can wrap it better, so it’s supported while it heals.”

Sam decided she could live with an Ace bandage in the state dinner pictures, but she wouldn’t be able to manage crutches. “I’ll do the shot.” The only thing she hated more than flying was needles, but she’d do whatever was necessary to function tomorrow. Nick was counting on her, and she didn’t want to let him down.

“I’ll get it ready.”

Chapter Thirteen

Sam had worked herself into a complete panic when a knock sounded on the door.

Nick poked his head in. “Heard a rumor that my wife was in the clinic. I said, ‘How is that possible when my wife notifies me any time she gets hurt on the job?’”

The sight of his handsome face made everything better. “That’s true, except for when the Canadian prime minister is coming to town and her focus is on being able to first-lady tomorrow.”

“What’d you do to yourself, love?”

“I tackled an errant congressman, sprained my wrist and aggravated my healing hip.”

He winced. “And did some damage to my favorite face, too, I see.” He ran a gentle finger over her cheek.

“I’d forgotten about that.”

“Only you, Samantha.”

“I know. I’m such an accident waiting for a place to happen.”

He rested against the exam table. “I meant only you would think last about an injury to your face.”

“I was a bit preoccupied with fears that I’d rebroken my hip.”

“I suppose that would be the headline. I’m so glad it’s only aggravated and not broken.”

“Harry is giving me a cortisone shot.”

“Ouch.”

Her eyes went wide. “You think it’ll hurt?”

“Uh, I mean… Maybe? A little?”

“You won’t feel a thing,” Harry said as he came into the room. “I promise.”

“That’d be good.”

“My Samantha doesn’t like needles.”

“Does anyone?” Harry asked. “Let’s get you back into the X-ray room for this.”

“How come?”

“I use imaging to make sure I hit the right spot.”

“Okay.”

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