Page 83 of Too Far To Sea
Chris took out his phone. “I’ll call for a replacement and get you over to the infirmary.”
“I don’t need to go.” That is where the man had gone.
“Mama says you should go to the doctor when you are hurt.” Polly’s glare left little to discuss.
A moment later, backup arrived in the form of Candace, Colin, and their security team.
“Is that the same ankle?” asked Candace.
“Yes, unfortunately.” Dana winced out a smile. “It isn’t as bad as last time. I am not making a habit of it.”
“It was good timing. I promised the children some time away from Robyn’s Place for the rest of the day. You’re off duty for the rest of the day.”
“If she doesn’t get better quickly, can we make her ice cream again?” Peter’s question was likely prompted by whatever Porter whispered in his ear.
Dana looked at Candace, who was trying not to laugh. Colin scratched his chin. “I don’t know if that will help. We will have to see.”
“Awe,” groaned Porter.
Polly rolled her eyes. “Don’t pout, Daddy means yes.”
Chris helped Dana into a wheelchair he’d pulled out of some hidden corner. “Let’s get that looked at.”
“I feel so stupid. I did not want to be the first one to test out the infirmary.”
“You’re not. A guest twas injured about fifteen minutes ago.”
The man and the girl she saw. “How do you know that?”
“That was the text you got when you decided to go all distracted and trip over your own shoelace.” Chris chuckled.
“Not that funny.” Dana hit the button to open the infirmary door. “And I walked into a gate. My shoelaces are perfectly tied.”
Inside, a little girl dressed in a pink princess dress held her mother’s hand while she showed her father her new pink bandage. “See Uncle Mac. It’s just a boo-boo.” Not her father.
Dana’s heart stuttered to a stop, then started racing double-time. Of all the infirmaries in all the theme parks in all of Indiana… Dana only had a moment to collect herself before McKay turned around. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart raced. Did they have a defibrillator in here?
He spoke first. “Hi.”
“Oh, poor lady! Don’t worry, they’re really nice here. And they have bandages in all the colors—see, I got pink!” Gracie—it had to be Gracie—thrust her elbow forward for inspection.
Dana found her voice. “It is a very nice color.”
Gracie tugged on her mom’s hand. “Come on, we’ll miss all the fun!”
McKay didn’t move to follow his sister and niece.
“Uncle Mac!”
His eyes didn’t move from Dana’s. “Uncle Mac will join us in a moment. He needs to talk with someone.”
“Who Mommy?”
The door shut, muffling Jen’s response.
Chris cleared his throat. “I’m needed elsewhere. I trust you can take this from here.”
Traitor.He didn’t even try to hide his knowing smile as he left.
