Page 22 of Promise Me

Linc.

I get up quickly and unlock it for him.

“The front door. That’s a change.”

He shrugs and steps inside.

“I was meeting the guy for the new door at the bakery.”

Ah.

“Did everything go okay?”

He nods. “It’s in and locked up for who knows how long.”

“Knowing Sadie, she'll be back to work in no time.”

Linc blows out a breath. “Considering she didn’t even remember the fact that she owns the bakery or why she owns it,I’m not as convinced as you. But I sure as hell hope you’re right.”

And there’s one more thing to add to the list.

We make our way back to the bar top, where Betty has placed two glasses of water.

“How is she?” she asks.

“She seems fine and acts fine. She lost her memory, has a baseball-sized bruise, and gained some stitches. All in all, I think we got lucky.” He groans. “I hate saying that. Nothing about it feels lucky.”

I pat his back but don't say anything.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, twisting fully to face me.

“Yeah, of course.”

“She comes home today, and the doctors gave us suggestions to help her memory return. No added stress is a big one. So ….”

I nod, knowing exactly where this conversation is going. I wish he didn’t feel the need to bring this up at all, but I can’t imagine what he and his dad are thinking these days. I know my best friend trusts me. He’s just being cautious, and coming here to talk to me gives him peace of mind.

I won’t argue with him over that.

“You don’t want me to fight with her,” I say, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah.”

“I won’t.”

“Even if she tries.”

“I won’t,” I repeat.

“If she comes down here and tries to work for God knows what reason, call me, and I will come take care of it.”

“Done.”

He lets out his breath.

“Thank you.”

I clap another hand on his shoulder and stand.

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