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What happens now? If he and I are over, do I tell the sheriff what I know, or do I let him continue “helping” people?
I roll my eyes at the word, and thankfully, the move is hidden, and Doc is unable to see it from behind me.
“Let’s get you in, shall we?” Justine, my nurse, says with a smile. “Front or back seat?” she asks, her question directed at the man behind me.
I groan as I stand from the chair, the movement jolting my shoulder.
“Front.”
I close my eyes at Leo’s clipped tone.
“Careful,” Justine encourages, her hands gentle yet sturdy as she supports me from the right.
Air leaves me in a whoosh when my slinged arm touches the seat.
“Remember, you have the painkillers when you need them. Don’t suffer in silence.”
I nod.
“I’ll make sure she stays on top of them,” Leo says, handing off the wheelchair.
I bite my lip as the car pulls away from the curb.
“Will you?” I ask, wetting my lips.
Concentrating on the road, Leonard doesn’t look at me. “Will I what?”
“Watch my meds?”
“Of course.” He nods, like it’s obvious.
After all, he is a doctor. The fact is bitter in my mind.
“No need. I’ll come by your office when I need refills.”
“You’ve had an attitude since yesterday. I suggest you either say what’s bothering you or lose the brattiness.”
Brattiness? Brattiness!
I swing my head to the left.
“Fuck you!”
Startled eyes leave the road, and I let him see my anger just for a second.
“I’m a brat for trying to make this easier on both of us.”
“No, you’re a brat for giving attitude to the person trying to help you.”
“Maybe,” I concede, “but you’re a fucking coward!”
I blink away tears.
The car stops sharply at a red light, and the movement aggravates my aching body.
Leo catches my chin. “You’re begging to go over my knee.” But the anger leaves his face quickly when he reads my pain.
“Shit,” he curses.
