Page 22 of A Play for Love

“Yeah. Thank you, Lindsey.”

“You’re welcome.” She walked out of the room.

“How the fuck am I supposed to drive?” Sofia snapped.

“You’re not,” Conner said. “It’s only for two weeks.”

“I have a studio to run in case you’ve forgotten.” Sofia narrowed her eye at Conner. “And I have wedding errands to run.”

“The family will help you, or Nathan can hire you a driver.” He grinned. “Shaun uses drivers all the time. Ask him if you can use one of his.”

“Not a bad idea, bro. Sweetheart, don’t worry about a thing. We’ll get it figured out.” I helped her up.

“I’m sorry for how I spoke to you, Conner,” Sofia said.

“Aw, I know you are.” He hugged her. “I know you’re in pain, and I get it. But it’s your own fault.”

“So now what?” Sofia looked at me. “How am I getting home?”

I glanced at my watch. “I have a patient in five minutes, and then I’m done for the day.”

“What about my car?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Conner said. “Charlotte and I drove in together. I’ll drive your car home. In fact, I’m going to head out now, so I’ll need your key.”

I reached into Sofia’s purse, grabbed the key fob, and handed it to Conner.

“I’ll see you two at the party tonight.” He grinned.

“Oh, my God. I was supposed to go to the brewhouse after I picked Ella up and help Julia and Alex decorate for the party.”

“They’ll understand, babe. And by the way, we can go to Oak Crest tomorrow at noon.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes. Let’s get it over with.” I sighed.

Sofia went to the kitchen area for a bottle of water, and I went down to Charlotte’s office quickly before seeing my patient.

“You have a minute?” I asked as I walked into her office.

“Of course, Nathan. What’s up?”

“Sofia is here. She fell at the studio and hurt her knee.”

“Oh no. Is she okay?”

“She will be. Conner gave her an injection and put her in a brace for two weeks. She’s unhappy, but she knows she has no choice. I’m worried about her and was hoping you could talk with her. I think she’s having issues with the fact that her mom still won’t talk to her. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect it. Especially now with the planning of the wedding.”

“Okay. I’ll talk with her and see what’s going on.”

“Thanks, Charlotte. Please don’t tell her that I came to you with this.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you at the party.” I smiled. “It’s a big night.” I winked.

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