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“One day, you’ll see what a mistake you made,” Becky muttered. “I won’t be there then.”

I stood quickly and spun around to face her. “Oh, he’s made several mistakes.”You’re one.“Being with me will never be one.”

“You have no shame,” Becky spat and walked out.

I plopped down in my chair with a huff. “Thenerve. I’m going to sit on your face and send a picture just to make sure she gets what we’re trying to tell her.”

The clearing of a throat sounded behind me. Another voice, this one male, laughed. I peeked around slowly. Roxanne and the doctor were at the door, smiling ear to ear. My face felt like a furnace, and I looked back toward Silas so they wouldn’t see how embarrassed I was.

“How long will it take me to get out of here?” Silas asked the doctor. “As you’ve heard, I’ve got plans. Involving my face.”

Roxanne cackled while the doctor replied evenly, “Let’s do another CT scan, andmaybewe’ll release you in a couple of days. Though might I suggest avoiding any pressure to the head area for a while? If the lady doesn’t mind.”

Mortified, I buried my face in the sheets near Silas’s leg as everyone laughed.

Chapter Fifty-One:

Theo knew

Silas

The doctor finally released me after the third day. Peyton had stayed with me while Rosie and Gerald kept T.J. We hadn’t talked about Theodore’s parents much. But for their grandson’s sake, I hoped they wouldn’t give Peyton a hard time.

I didn’t ask what they said to her when she picked T.J. up. Not even on the drive back to my place.

I was gripping theoh-shithandle while Peyton drove my Suburban. Why had I thought this was a good idea? “Baby?” I murmured.

“What?” She didn’t glance my way as she spoke.

“How about I drive?”

“I can get us to your house.”

“Then how about staying in your lane?”

She huffed. “It’s not my fault this thing is so big. It takes up the entire road.”

No,your driving takes up the entire road.

Wanting us all to survive her driving, I shut up and kept the distractions to a minimum until she pulled into the driveway. “We’re going to have to get you comfortable driving this.”

Ignoring me, Peyton hopped out without even shutting off the engine. My eyebrows went up a notch as she hurriedly grabbed T.J.’s car seat. I stepped out with a satchel of my clothes from the hospital stay and sighed as she ran up the steps and unlocked my front door.

“Peyton,” I swore.

A few seconds later, she came fumbling out with the little guy in her arms and reached for my bag. “Here. Let me.”

“Peyton.” My grip tightened when she pulled at the bag. “Woman, that’s enough. I hurt my head, not my limbs.”

She stuck her bottom lip out. Her stubbornness was so incredibly attractive. God help me. “The doctor said you need to take it easy.”

“Don’t make me bend you over the banister.”

Her mouth quirked. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

I laughed, then looked at the baby. “You better be glad T.J. is between us.”

As Peyton stepped inside, I stood and stared at my house. Three nights in the hospital, andnothing.No angry ghost. No glares from my dead best friend. Was he here? Would we argue again? Peyton and I avoided the ghost topic altogether. She never mentioned seeing him, but when she asked whether Theodore was responsible for my concussion, I assumed she might have.

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