Page 110 of Broken Daddy
Alarm filled her. “Are you all right, Mac? You should go home and rest.”
He wiped at his eye. Was he . . . was he crying?
“Mac?” she asked, with growing alarm.
“Yeah, just got something in my eye. I’ll be back later.”
“What about the tavern? Who will cover for me? What about the café? Oh, Aaron is going to be mad.”
“Honey called him,” Hayes told her.
Honey? Oh, right. She remembered her. She’d found her in the trailer with Zander.
“Did he . . . was he upset?” she asked with a wince.
“Yeah, but that’s his problem not yours.” Hayes scowled.
That was a weird thing to say.
“Don’t worry about the tavern,” Mac told her. “Just get better.” His gaze moved over her as he patted her hand, then left.
She watched as Kent walked out with him.
“It’s really my problem. I should be there.”
She tried to sit up, but her left arm wouldn’t work properly. “What’s wrong with my arm?”
Oh God.
How had she forgotten?
Her breathing grew faster.
“Calm down,” Hayes ordered. “Breathe. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about anything.”
That was impossible when her brain kept showing her images of what had happened.
How had she forgotten that he’d stabbed her arm! Fury had stabbed her arm!
“H-how bad?” Her teeth started chattering. How could she work with an injured arm? Well, it would be difficult, but she could do it.
But what about her pottery? She still had a few pieces to finalize. How could she . . . how could she do that?
“What’s your most hated vegetable or fruit?”
Huh?
Was he having some sort of strange moment? Was he ill? Why would he ask her that?
“Tell me, baby.”
God, she couldn’t think.
“Parsnip,” she told him.
“All right, parsnip it is. That’s your safeword. It gets too much and you need me to take over, then you say that word and I take over.”
“Shouldn’t it be a v-vegetable I l-like?” she asked.
