“Yes,” she calls out and then asks quietly. “Is that your boyfriend?”
“God, I wish. I’m too young for him.”
She heads back behind her screen again, and the machine makes a whirring sound. When she’s done, she comes out with the wheelchair.
“I don’t know. He seems very protective and affectionate toward you.” She helps me sit back in the chair. “I think it’s cute.” She waggles her eyebrows. “So I’m not asking you on a date oranything, and I’m assuming you’re gay.” I nod. “But something tells me we could be friends. Could we get coffee sometime?”
“Only if you promise to be nice to me.”
She laughs. “I swear I won’t hurt you outside of work.”
I eye her skeptically, and she sticks out her bottom lip in a pout.
“Fine,” I huff.
She jumps and squeaks. “Oh, thank you. I know we’ll get along great.”
“I think so too… Oh, but city—I live in the city.” That’s a long way to drive for coffee.
“I do too. I work four twelve-hour days and then I’m off three. I rent a small place up here because it’s so cheap, but I live with my fiancée in the city for the other three days. She’s amazing, and she’ll love you, too.”
“Okay, maybe you can meet my bestie. He’s Joe’s son,” I whisper. “But he’s a bossy little twink, not at all like his Daddy Bear.”
She chuckles. “I’d like that.” Then she calls out to let them know that we’re done, and Joe comes bursting in the door.
“Are you okay?” His hands run over my hair, and he tucks my blankets back around me. He puts my special blanket over my shoulders again.
“No, I have a broken arm.”
He grins at me and kisses my forehead.
Tessa grins at me and mouths, “I told you so.”
I yawn.
“Come on, let’s get you to your room.”
It takes a while for the doctor to come in, so I shiver in bed while Joe feeds me ice chips.
“I want to go home. How much longer do I need to stay here?”
“I’m sure she’ll be in as soon as she can.” I can tell he’s almost ready to go to the reception desk and get kicked out of here for demanding that I’m taken care of.
“The Knights’ quarterback is super hot,” I comment, trying to startle him out of his building rage.
“Caleb Sinner is a talented QB. But yes, even I can agree that he’s objectively hot.”
“I like hockey too. The Frost are my favorite team.”
“I don’t watch much hockey, but I’m glad you support the local team.”
I snort.
“You sound like a political ad.”
“Urgh, don’t get me started on those.” He groans.
“Candidate Joe Long. He works hard to support his local community and saves babies from trees,” I say in my best announcer’s voice.