When he"d done that, he called Mandy, and told her and Audrey,
and had them go in and take care of Penny when she fell completely the
fuck apart. While Mandy comforted her, he gave Audrey instructions to
have her packed, and then the number for the town car, and instructions
190 Amy Lane
for it to go and get Andi and Jed first. Then he hung up, glad as he"d
never been for his little “harem” of women to take care of Chris"s little
sister for him when he couldn"t.
Then he called Chris"s number, the same number Chris had when
they were kids, and the same old yellow wall phone, with a cord and
everything, as well.
He told his family that Chris was in the hospital, and that they had
tickets waiting at the airport, and that he"d be there, because nothing
could keep him away from their angel, his shining magic boy, and they
put their faith in him as no one had in his life.
Xander had grown up with nothing. Food, clothes, a place to
sleep—they"d all been iffy propositions for a lot of years. His profession
had brought him wealth, and he had appreciated it—he loved his house
and his dogs. He enjoyed his television, the basketball court, the fact that
he could pay Lucia to make him food he was not good at making
himself. But never in his life had he appreciated his money as much as
when he walked up to the counter at the airline and plonked down a
useless piece of plastic, and that thing took him to see Chris, and brought
their family too.
WHEN he got to Denver, Cliff was waiting at the airport for him, with a
hospital name and an update, and a grim, pursed mouth. His wife was in
the front of the car when Xander got outside into the chill, thin Colorado
air, but she stood up without a word and moved to the back of the Lexus
when Xander got there.
“You"ve got longer legs,” she said quietly, her full mouth turned