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“Agreed!” Nero said.
“You got it.”
“Good. I’ll call you later to check in. I love you.”
I held my arms out to her and hugged her to me. “I love you, too.”
She met my gaze. “You sure you’re happy? My offer to hit him still stands.”
I laughed. “I appreciate it, but I like his face as it is, bruise free.”
She nodded, then turned to Nero. “Take care of her.”
“I will. Always.”
Sherry hugged him quickly, then hurried out of the kitchen and back to the reception.
“You don’t need to call the doctor,” Lanes said for the eighth time since we got in the car.
“Better safe than sorry.”
“I’m telling you I’m okay.”
I turned to her, taking her face in my hands and resting my forehead on hers. “I thought I lost you, Lanes. When I saw you grab your throat… I have never been so scared. I never want to feel that again. I can’t lose you.”
She placed her hand on my jaw, and I nuzzled against her palm. Her warmth was the calm I needed. She was okay. Warm and alive.
“You’re not going to lose me. I’m fine. Thanks to you.”
“We’re still going to the doctor, so you can get properly checked out.”
She flopped into her seat and rolled her eyes. I would take a pissed off Lanes any day compared to the alternative. I needed to know she was okay. That whatever caused the reaction wouldn’t flare up again.
I didn’t even bother waiting for the doctor to tell me if he was even in his office. I drove right over there. The hospital was another thirty minutes away, but if the doc thought Lanes needed the emergency room, I’d bring her there.
Milton Feinstein had been the practicing physician in Vine Valley since I was a kid. He had started out in hospitals in his thirties, but eventually left to open his own practice when he married and had kids. Gramps had trusted him, my parents had trusted him, and I was trusting him now.
I got his secretary on the phone as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. “We’re here now,” I said to Marjorie, who used to give me lollipops if I behaved myself.
I hung up the call. “She said to come right in.”
“This is ridiculous,” Lanes said. “I told you I’m fine.”
“Lainey Allison Burns, get that sexy ass out of this car before I carry you again.”
“I was occupied with not dying last time. This time I’ll fight back.”
I leaned over and looked her right in the eyes. “Please. For me.”
She let out the cutest growl, but got out of the car. Inside, Marjorie waved to us, then guided Lainey to the back room, where Dr. Feinstein examined her.
It had felt like an eternity since she had gone back there. I wanted to march in there and see what was taking so long, but I held on to the bit of control I had left and kept my ass in the waiting room chair.
The creak of the door had me jumping up from my seat. Lainey strolled in with a lollipop in her mouth.
“I was a good girl,” she said, then held out a lollipop to me. “I got one for you, too. Grape. Your favorite.”
I swiped the lollipop out of her hand and pulled her in for a hug. “You’re okay?” I asked, needing to hear her say it.
