Page 33 of The Wedding Driver
“Based on how much that hurt, I bet it’s broken.” Her grandpa slumped in the chair. “I know I need to admit defeat and living in that big house alone isn’t smart. But I’m not ready to lose my independence.”
“Oh, Grandpa. I know this isn’t easy.” She moved her chair closer, resting a hand on his knee. “But it’s time to consider living with Mom and Dad.”
A tap at the door startled Tonya. She lifted her gaze.
“Mr. Johnson,” a vaguely familiar voice said. “I have some bad news.”
“I thought so.” Her grandfather sighed.
Tonya swallowed her pulse.
“Oh. You’re Foster’s friend.” Kathy lowered the X-ray image. “I can’t remember your name.”
“It’s Tonya.”
“Good to see you again.” Kathy lifted the image and clipped it to a film illuminator on the wall. “What’s your relationship to my patient?”
“He’s my grandfather.” Tonya’s muscles tensed. “How bad is the break?”
“The good news is that it’s a clean one. It doesn’t need to be set and we can cast it right here.” She tapped her pencil where a line in the bone appeared. “What happened?”
“I lost my balance and fell.”
“Does that happen a lot?” Kathy asked.
“It’s been happening more and more.” Tonya didn’t like discussing her grandfather’s issues with Kathy, but she was the professional in this situation. “I think he should have a complete physical with his regular doctor.”
Her grandfather raised his hand. “I’ll make sure that happens. Now, can we please cast this arm? It hurts like hell.”
“Sure. I’ll send in the tech. If you don’t have an orthopedic doctor, I can recommend one because you’ll need to follow up in three weeks.”
“I know a guy,” her grandfather said. “But thanks.”
“Not a problem.” Kathy turned and curled her fingers over the door handle. She paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Please tell Foster to call me. I’ve left him a couple of messages. It’s important.” She disappeared down the hallway.
“How does she know Foster?” Her grandpa arched a brow.
“It doesn’t matter and we’re not telling him we saw her. She’s not important.”
9
Tonya understood that Foster was busy. It was wedding season and they both were under the gun in so many ways, but the last two times they spoke, he brushed her off.
She glanced at her watch.
He was late. Only fifteen minutes, but still. He’d promised he would join her for dinner with Gael and Tayla.
A double date.
Only, it shouldn’t feel too weird for him since it wasn’t like the four of them hadn’t been together before.
The waitress arrived with a bottle of red. She opened it and let Gael smell and taste before pouring three glasses, leaving the fourth empty.
Tonya dug into her purse and pulled out her cell.
No texts.
She checked her last message, making sure she’d given him the right restaurant and time.
