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Dammit! I had to call Graham and Sebastian, but first I had to find Katie before she got into trouble she didn’t know was coming.
“Katie!” I called into the night, looking left and right, trying to remember which way we had come when we walked here. Which way would she go to head home? “Kate Kupid!” I called out again. I saw a shadow under a streetlight on my right. “Katie, stop and talk to me, please!” I called. I was glad the sidewalk was empty since I was yelling and slipping around like a lunatic
“Just leave me alone, Gideon. I’ll call you after I talk with Hank tomorrow,” she yelled.
Her head was bent against the biting wind, and her hands were tucked inside the pockets of her heavy ski parka as she scurried away. I was gaining on her as we both tried to keep our footing on the glassy surface. I prayed I would get to her before she made it to the door of the law firm or she would lock me out. Maybe distracting her was the best idea.
“I can’t leave you alone. You’re my lawyer!” I called out. As I hoped, she spun around on one heel.
“I am not your lawyer! I’m your mother’s lawyer, end of story!” she exclaimed.
I was almost on her when I saw her arms flailing as her feet slipped on a patch of ice. I scrambled the last few feet and grabbed her around the waist just as she lost her footing.
“Ouch,” she moaned, immediately taking weight off her left leg.
“I got you,” I whispered, holding her tight against me as a cold, biting wind blew across us. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“My knee, it hurts,” she said, resting her forehead on my shoulder. “Just give me a second. I’ll be okay.”
“Lean on me. I’ll help you the rest of the way,” I ordered, moving her in front of me so I could support her weight.
She hobbled forward, barely stepping on the toes of her left foot each time. “How far are we from the law firm? Maybe I should get the car.”
She pointed at a dark alley. “My door is down there.”
I stopped at the entrance to the alley, the text message flashing like a neon sign in my mind. “That doesn’t look safe.”
She craned her neck around to look at me. “It’s Snowberry. Nothing happens in Snowberry.”
I had to make a decision, so I bent and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. I moved quickly down the dark alley until the beam from the light above the door reached us.
“Put me down. I can walk. I’m too heavy for you to carry,” she said three times before we reached her door.
“Yet, I managed just fine.” I winked, but she wouldn’t make eye contact as I set her on her feet, carefully. She unlocked the door and I helped her in, closing it behind me. She stopped with her hand on the stairway rail.
“Thanks for helping me in. You don’t have to see me up.”
“How are you going to get up the stairs?” I asked, locking the door behind me.
“On my butt.”
I laughed at her stubbornness and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Use the railing and me for balance,” I instructed.
We hobbled up the stairs and she unlocked her apartment. There was a light burning in the living room casting a soft glow around the small space. I settled her on the couch, propping her leg up on a pillow. I found an icepack in her insanely anal retentively organized freezer and wrapped it in a towel, laying it across the knee that was starting to swell.
“Maybe you need to go to the ER,” I said nervously.
“Nah, it’s just an old injury from high school. It happens all the time. It will be fine after icing it.”
“Can I get you some Advil?”
She shook her head. “No, I can’t take that. I’ll be okay, really. Thanks for helping me in.”
“Is it an old track and field injury?” I asked, not wanting to leave her alone just yet.
“No, I’m not a runner.”
“Basketball? Volleyball?”
“It’s not a sports injury. Can we leave it at that?” she asked quietly.
There was a hint of
Dammit! I had to call Graham and Sebastian, but first I had to find Katie before she got into trouble she didn’t know was coming.
“Katie!” I called into the night, looking left and right, trying to remember which way we had come when we walked here. Which way would she go to head home? “Kate Kupid!” I called out again. I saw a shadow under a streetlight on my right. “Katie, stop and talk to me, please!” I called. I was glad the sidewalk was empty since I was yelling and slipping around like a lunatic
“Just leave me alone, Gideon. I’ll call you after I talk with Hank tomorrow,” she yelled.
Her head was bent against the biting wind, and her hands were tucked inside the pockets of her heavy ski parka as she scurried away. I was gaining on her as we both tried to keep our footing on the glassy surface. I prayed I would get to her before she made it to the door of the law firm or she would lock me out. Maybe distracting her was the best idea.
“I can’t leave you alone. You’re my lawyer!” I called out. As I hoped, she spun around on one heel.
“I am not your lawyer! I’m your mother’s lawyer, end of story!” she exclaimed.
I was almost on her when I saw her arms flailing as her feet slipped on a patch of ice. I scrambled the last few feet and grabbed her around the waist just as she lost her footing.
“Ouch,” she moaned, immediately taking weight off her left leg.
“I got you,” I whispered, holding her tight against me as a cold, biting wind blew across us. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“My knee, it hurts,” she said, resting her forehead on my shoulder. “Just give me a second. I’ll be okay.”
“Lean on me. I’ll help you the rest of the way,” I ordered, moving her in front of me so I could support her weight.
She hobbled forward, barely stepping on the toes of her left foot each time. “How far are we from the law firm? Maybe I should get the car.”
She pointed at a dark alley. “My door is down there.”
I stopped at the entrance to the alley, the text message flashing like a neon sign in my mind. “That doesn’t look safe.”
She craned her neck around to look at me. “It’s Snowberry. Nothing happens in Snowberry.”
I had to make a decision, so I bent and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. I moved quickly down the dark alley until the beam from the light above the door reached us.
“Put me down. I can walk. I’m too heavy for you to carry,” she said three times before we reached her door.
“Yet, I managed just fine.” I winked, but she wouldn’t make eye contact as I set her on her feet, carefully. She unlocked the door and I helped her in, closing it behind me. She stopped with her hand on the stairway rail.
“Thanks for helping me in. You don’t have to see me up.”
“How are you going to get up the stairs?” I asked, locking the door behind me.
“On my butt.”
I laughed at her stubbornness and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Use the railing and me for balance,” I instructed.
We hobbled up the stairs and she unlocked her apartment. There was a light burning in the living room casting a soft glow around the small space. I settled her on the couch, propping her leg up on a pillow. I found an icepack in her insanely anal retentively organized freezer and wrapped it in a towel, laying it across the knee that was starting to swell.
“Maybe you need to go to the ER,” I said nervously.
“Nah, it’s just an old injury from high school. It happens all the time. It will be fine after icing it.”
“Can I get you some Advil?”
She shook her head. “No, I can’t take that. I’ll be okay, really. Thanks for helping me in.”
“Is it an old track and field injury?” I asked, not wanting to leave her alone just yet.
“No, I’m not a runner.”
“Basketball? Volleyball?”
“It’s not a sports injury. Can we leave it at that?” she asked quietly.
There was a hint of
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