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Windy Hill Drive was the road Alex and Faith would be coming back on. All of a sudden, he was desperate to lay eyes on the ornery cabin manager.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alex and Faith were sitting in an exam room, sucking on lollipops and waiting for the doctor to return.
“Don’t you find it odd?” Alex asked. “Doctors giving out sugar when it’s supposedly so bad for you?”
“I’m not gonna complain.” Faith talked around the ball of sugar in her mouth.
Alex’s phone pinged. “Oh, it’s Holly. Hey, Holls, what’s up?”
“Are you okay? I heard you got hurt.”
Alex glared at Faith, who shrugged. “You would have told her eventually.”
“Faith’s here. We’re at the doctor’s. He took an X-ray and should be back soon with the results.”
“Okay. Well, I was gonna call anyway to find out how the weekend with Drake went.” Her voice was tentative. Like she’d already heard something. “I…um…I learned some stuff about him I wish I’d known sooner.”
“That he’s a flirt? A lush? A moody jerk?”
“Ah, so, guess I don’t need to warn you. Cole found out, a little too late, that he’s got a real rep as a ladies’ man around the station.”
“Someone also might want to check on his after-hours alcohol consumption,” Alex muttered.
There was a slight tap at the door before the doctor came in holding an X-ray.
“Doc’s back. Gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
The doctor turned on a light box and shoved the photo into a slot at the top to hold it in place. “You’re lucky,” he said.
“Finally,” Alex said at the same time Faith said, “Of course she is.”
Alex shushed her. “You’re here for moral support only. No talky. Sorry, Doc. Go on.”
“By the way you described it, I thought for sure it’d be broken, but it’s just a good sprain.”
“Thank goodness,” Alex said. “How long till I can run again?”
“Easy now. You need to start with several days of rest with ice and elevation. I’ll give you some crutches for the short term and a boot to wear once you can tolerate walking. Running’s a ways off, but if you do what I say and let it heal properly, you’ll be good as new in a couple months.”
A couple of months? Alex sagged. Screw that. She’d be better by the end of the month. “Thanks, Doc.”
They waited for someone to come fit her for crutches and a boot.
“So,” Faith said. “Drake’s gone for good?” Alex easily caught the underlying subtext.
“Yes, you can talk crap about him.” That was the answer to Faith’srealquestion. “I don’t know why I thought long-distance would work. When has it ever, in the history of man, worked? Never.”
“You can do better, Gray.”
Alex laughed, thinking of Brody declaring the same thing.
“So, Brody?” Alex took Faith’s meaning with that question too.
“Don’t.”
Faith widened her eyes innocently. “I’m just saying. He’s handsome. Rich. Gallant. Borderline famous.”
