Page 20 of Baby for My Enemy Billionaire

“She’s going to be okay? All things considered...”

“She’s going to need someone with her because of the concussion, and we’ll be putting her arm in a cast, but she’s going to be fine.” The doctor smiles. “As long as she rests. I know teenagers like to be up and about all the time, so she can’t go out being boisterous. Her arm needs to heal.”

“I’ve never considered Katie as boisterous,” Finn says with a smile. “But I know what you mean. I’ll look after her.”

I can see that there’s nothing for me to do, so I clear my throat and pick up my cell phone and wallet from the table by the bed.

“If there’s nothing else, I’d better get back to the resort.”

“There’s no need…” Finn starts, but I hold up my hand.

“I’m not family, so I’m not sure what else I can do. You’ve got this under control, yes? Then I’ll leave you and Katie to it.”

“Okay.” Finn hesitates. “But at least let me call you a taxi. You drove here.”

“I can call one…”

“I insist. I’ll pay for it as well.” Finn gets out his phone. “It’s the least I can do after everything, Jade.”

I want to protest, but I’m not in the mood to do that with the doctor present and my tiredness. Sighing, I nod.

“Okay. Fine. But I will pay you back for the taxi fare. I’m not about to be further in your debt.”

Finn’s mouth twitches as he dials.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing that to you.”

In my mind, I seriously doubt it.

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Finn

“So much for a fun weekend,” Katie grumbles again as I turn the car into the driveway. “I didn’t want to spend most of my day in the hospital.”

“And as we’ve already discussed, Katie, you’re lucky you didn’t hurt yourself more than just a broken arm.”

“I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.” Katie shifts the large cast in a sling across her chest. “I feel like I’ve got an ant’s nest under there. It’s really itchy.”

“That’s normal. You’ll get used to it.” I stop the car and turn off the engine. “I know it’s going to be difficult, Katie, but you were lucky. We just have to make sure your concussion isn’t too bad.”

“I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not going to school tomorrow,” Katie mutters as she fumbles with her seatbelt. “I don’t think I could cope after dealing with that.”

I plan to keep her off school for a few days, anyway. She won’t get out of schoolwork, though; I will be making sure her assignments are sent home. I don’t see her coping in the coming week after what she went through. The doctor said she needed rest, and I will make sure she has it.

Getting out, I come around to her side and open the door for my daughter. She gets out gingerly, leaning into me as she does. I wrap an arm around her and hug her carefully, trying not to nudge the injured arm.

“God, I feel so sore,” Katie moans as she pushes away.

“You’re going to be sporting some lovely bruises when you get up tomorrow, I’m sure.” I shut the door and walk with her to the front door. “Just rest as much as you can. Don’t do anything stupid, and you’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Does that mean I get out of doing homework?”

“Sadly, no. I’ll let you off for the first few days, but you must get it done.”

Katie pouts.

“Dad! How can I work when my writing hand is broken?”

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