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“Thanks, Dad.”
Her mother fussed over her, wincing when she saw the stitches and tutting at the bruises.
“You could have been killed,” Leigh grumbled. “The other driver should have his license revoked. Going too fast when we just had our first snowfall! Who does that?”
Reggie reached out and squeezed her hand. “Mom, I’m fine. Go home. Have a glass of wine. Come back in the morning and bail me out.”
Her mother’s expression softened. “I should stay. They’ll give me a cot.”
Reggie shook her head, then wished she hadn’t. “Don’t even think about it. You go home and get some rest. Your wedding is in two days, and we still have to figure out what we’re going to do about my shaved head.”
Her mother’s gaze immediately went to the stitches on the side of Reggie’s scalp.
“I think the hair on top will cover it.”
Her father winked. “Or we’ll just tell the rest of the family you’re having a punk rock stage.”
“I’m kind of old for that,” Reggie said. “Mom, I’m fine.”
“You have a concussion.”
“A mild one, and the nurses here will check on me every thirty minutes. You’ve seen them do it. I love you. Go home.”
“All right.” Leigh’s voice was reluctant. She rose, then squeezed Reggie’s hand. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning. I want to be here when the doctor comes by.”
She and Vince hugged Reggie, then Dena, before walking out of the room. Dena smiled at her.
“You need anything?”
“I’m good.”
“You didn’t eat.”
Reggie grimaced at the thought of food. “Yeah, not tonight.” She closed her eyes. “My head hurts.”
“Wait until you look in the mirror. You’re going to shriek.”
“That bad?”
Dena took her hand. “You have a black eye and scratches. The wedding pictures are going to be epic.”
“I don’t know if I can cover a black eye with makeup.”
“I already have a call in to Paisley to help with that. She knows more about makeup than any of us. And while we’re discussing logistics, I should inform you that Paisley and Shaye made the delivery and are back home. So you can let that go.”
“The hats. I totally forgot about the hats.”
“You had a few things on your mind. Oh, and Belle is spending the night with Harrison. They both were pretty determined.”
Reggie smiled. “Do not tell me I’m losing my dog.”
“Never. It’s a summer fling.”
Dena’s tone was light enough, but there was something in her eyes, Reggie thought. Unless that was the concussion talking.
“You okay?” she asked. “Did something happen?”
Dena stared at her. “Aside from my baby sister getting run off the road and flipping her car? No.”
