Page 87 of Breathless With Her

“I’m pretty sure that’s likethehipster saying.”

I almost flipped her off, but that would have required me to let go of my crutch, and I wasn’t in the mood to actually lean on my armpits again. Whoever invented crutches was a sadist. Dear God, I hated these things. I couldn’t wait until I could actually put weight on my foot and leg again. The doctor said it would happen eventually, and at least I wasn’t relegated to bed rest or some shit. Apparently, getting hit by a car ruined lives.

My life, anyway.

“So, when do you start back at work?” Amelia asked.

“Why’d you have to ask that?” Caleb asked, handing me a soda. I really wanted a beer. But because I might be on pain meds later, nobody would let me have one.

This is why I hate life.

Not the fact that Erin wasn’t in it, or that I had pushed her away after she pushed me. But, whatever. I wasn’t going to think about that or her. I could not think about her.

“What did I say?” Amelia asked, and then I looked at her. She winced under the weight of my glare, and I felt a little bad about it. A little.

“Don’t mention the job.”

I sighed at Caleb’s voice. “I’m fine. I won’t be behind the desk for long.”

“You say that. But you’re an old man now.”

“Do you really want him to beat you up? I’m pretty sure he’d beat you up with that crutch.”

I ignored my sister and just looked at my brother. “I’m thirty-four. I’m nowhere near retirement age. I’ll be fine. I’ll go back out on the road.”

I might lose the route I wanted and earned, but I’d get it back. After all, I had gotten hurt on the job, and that meant something. Legal things were going on, and I’d find my way back to where I needed to be. I had to. I really did not like being behind a desk. I liked being out. It was just the whole walking thing that was a problem right now. Hence the crutches. And the pain in my side.

“He’ll be fine,” Amelia said, giving us both a very regal nod. “I’m going to find Tobey. I don’t know where he went.”

I gave Caleb a look, but thankfully, neither of us said anything. Amelia was touchy when it came to Tobey. I just wanted to know what the hell was going on. But I wasn’t going to get answers. Not from her, at least.

“The wedding was nice, though,” Caleb said out of the blue, and I raised my brows.

“Yeah. It was pretty good. The grooms were happy. Both mothers of the grooms started weeping openly.”

I grinned at that, and Caleb just shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. He took a sip of his beer and then looked out into the crowd.

“Yeah, they did. It’s just weird that they would cry that hard at a wedding.”

“Well, both of the grooms are the youngest of like six each, I think.”

“Dear God, I thought four was bad.”

“Don’t let Amelia hear you say that. She’ll kick you in the shin again.”

“At least you have a broken one. That way, she can’t kick you.”

“For now. As soon as the cast comes off, I’m pretty sure she’s going to go back to her kicking ways.”

“That’s our baby sister for you.”

Caleb looked out on the dance floor again, his gaze enraptured by something or someone. I looked to see who it was but couldn’t. I didn’t know much about Caleb’s personal life. After all, he’d been in and out of the state for a while. But he was home now. And the fact that somebody seemed to have caught his attention, well…I had to see who it was.

There had to be a hundred people on the dance floor, everyone shimmying and dancing and laughing and just having a good time.

But there was one person I recognized.

Interesting.

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