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“Plus, we’ve got room for another friend,” Rosie muttered, peeking at my feet.
I moved them self-consciously.
“No, don’t, sorry. I’m a vet, and I’m always nosing in things like this. Oakley, can I ask? Did Doc Paul or Harley mention anything about scarring?”
“No.”
“Um. Those are some deep cuts, and the scars could be quite thick. We can ask Lynda to pop in and look,” Rosie murmured, peering closer.
“I thought you just said Lynda deals with burns,” I answered, confused again.
“She does. Lynda uses a technique called RECELL, which basically grows new skin and minimises scarring. Looking at your feet, it might benefit you,” Rosie replied, frowning.
“Are they that bad? I’ve not looked. I’ve been kinda scared to.”
“Summer, call Lynda. See if she can come and warn her to keep this quiet,” Marsha responded. “I just had a text from Phoe; she wants to go to lunch. I’ll catch you all later.”
Marsha departed before I could comment.
“Phoe knows something’s up. She’s going to interrogate Marsha. Rather her than me,” Rosie said with a shudder.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.
“Phoe wants her kids settled down and wants grandchildren. If she discovers Harley’s hiding you, then yeah, very bad because Phoe will start meddling,” Rosie replied.
I was grateful that Phoe didn’t know about me. I let the women gossip around me while I began making escape plans.
Drake
“Hear you answered a call from Harley,” I remarked to Doc Paul.
Doc Paul looked up and chuckled. “Is anything secret?”
“Not where my kids are concerned. Is Harley okay?”
“As far as I’m aware, yes,” Doc Paul replied.
“He’s not having difficulties?” I asked. “Harley’s previous head injury…”
“No, Drake. Nothing like that,” Doc Paul said quickly.
I sighed in relief. Harley’s health was excellent, and his past headaches had vanished a couple of years ago.
“What was the hotel visit? Wait, why a hotel? Shit, was Harley shot or something and doesn’t want to worry Phoe?” I blurted.
“Drake, Harley is fine. I wasn’t attending him,” Doc Paul replied and clammed up.
If he wasn’t seeing Harley, then who was he… ah. The light came on, and my eyes narrowed.
Doc Paul squirmed. “Drake, I can’t comment!” he warned.
“Harley has a girl.”
“Drake, it’s a complicated situation and doctor-patient privilege.”
Damn, Harley was hiding a woman from his mother. Phoe would not be amused. But if it meant another son was settling down, and those future grandchildren got closer… Then again, why did Harley’s woman need medical care? What had my son got himself into?
“Doc, if Harley was in trouble, you’d tell me?”
