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rationalized, she told him he could work for an hour a day. “Meet me outside in ten minutes.”
Brad ended the call before Jose could point out that with a broken leg and foot, and being stuck in a wheelchair, getting into Brad’s office would be tricky. However getting into the winery warehouse would be impossible. He’d been approached about adding a handicap accessible ramp, but since no one but the workers entered the warehouse, he hadn’t seen the need. Now he was the one cut off from being able to access all of the property.
No matter, he mused. He could get done what Jose needed in no time. Destiny might not even know he had left the house. Besides, this was his life. She wasn’t his jailer, just someone who was here to help him navigate for the next few weeks. That’s all.
He thought about the way she’d gently washed his hair last night, then after they were done, she’d wrapped him in a big towel, sat him on another stool, and took off the plastic trash bags covering his foot and leg. The duct tape she’d used had ripped hair out of his leg causing him to yelp in pain.
He remembered the fear on her face when she’d looked up and asked what was wrong. She’d thought the shower had messed with something. She’d probably been told it was too early, yet she’d done it anyway. It was one thing he loved about her, she didn’t follow the rules. Loved? His emotional side quaked at the word. “Don’t get all mushy. It’s only a word.”
He pulled on clean basketball shorts and a sleeveless tank. Jose had never seen him in athletic wear, but putting on the suit or even a pair of Dockers was out of the question right now. He ran his hand through his hair, took care of his bathroom requirements, and had the wheelchair out on the driveway in fifteen minutes.
Jose was already waiting there and his face went pale when he saw his boss. “I don’t know, maybe this is a bad idea.”
“Just help me into the truck. Is that seat kicked all the way back?” He jerked open the passenger door and peered into the opening. The truck sat high, which gave tall people like Jose and Brad plenty of room. But he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to navigate into the seat from the level of the chair.
He directed Jose, the same way Destiny had directed him. He was standing up, leaning on Jose, when the trouble started. Jose didn’t know to turn him backwards and tried to lift Brad into the truck sideways. Brad’s head hit on the top of the cab and he involuntarily lifted his hands to his head. “Shit.”
“Boss, what happened?” Jose let go, not realizing Brad was using him to stand. Brad slowly slipped to the floorboard of the truck, catching his butt on the edge of the doorway. The jolt reverberated through his entire spine.
“What in the world are you doing?” Destiny rushed to his side. She took stock of what had happened, and then focused on Brad’s face. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Are you in pain?”
Brad nodded, unable to lie. He hadn’t taken a pain killer since before he went to bed and now, in addition to the throb in his leg and foot, his back was shooting pain through his body every time he moved.
“You’re going back to bed.” Destiny looked at Jose. “And you’re helping me get him there. Move the wheelchair closer.”
As she directed, Brad found himself back into the chair and then back into his bed. He took the offered pill with no hesitation but when Jose tried to excuse himself, he shook his head. “We need to figure out what happened to this shipment.”
Destiny’s eyes narrowed. “You have ten minutes before that pill is going to knock you out. If you want to spend it talking about work, be my guest. I’m calling the doctor and getting him out here to check what damage you’ve caused by your foolishness.”
“It wasn’t foolishness,” he called after her but she didn’t respond except for a wave of the hand which he took to mean, I don’t buy it .
Jose
Brad ended the call before Jose could point out that with a broken leg and foot, and being stuck in a wheelchair, getting into Brad’s office would be tricky. However getting into the winery warehouse would be impossible. He’d been approached about adding a handicap accessible ramp, but since no one but the workers entered the warehouse, he hadn’t seen the need. Now he was the one cut off from being able to access all of the property.
No matter, he mused. He could get done what Jose needed in no time. Destiny might not even know he had left the house. Besides, this was his life. She wasn’t his jailer, just someone who was here to help him navigate for the next few weeks. That’s all.
He thought about the way she’d gently washed his hair last night, then after they were done, she’d wrapped him in a big towel, sat him on another stool, and took off the plastic trash bags covering his foot and leg. The duct tape she’d used had ripped hair out of his leg causing him to yelp in pain.
He remembered the fear on her face when she’d looked up and asked what was wrong. She’d thought the shower had messed with something. She’d probably been told it was too early, yet she’d done it anyway. It was one thing he loved about her, she didn’t follow the rules. Loved? His emotional side quaked at the word. “Don’t get all mushy. It’s only a word.”
He pulled on clean basketball shorts and a sleeveless tank. Jose had never seen him in athletic wear, but putting on the suit or even a pair of Dockers was out of the question right now. He ran his hand through his hair, took care of his bathroom requirements, and had the wheelchair out on the driveway in fifteen minutes.
Jose was already waiting there and his face went pale when he saw his boss. “I don’t know, maybe this is a bad idea.”
“Just help me into the truck. Is that seat kicked all the way back?” He jerked open the passenger door and peered into the opening. The truck sat high, which gave tall people like Jose and Brad plenty of room. But he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to navigate into the seat from the level of the chair.
He directed Jose, the same way Destiny had directed him. He was standing up, leaning on Jose, when the trouble started. Jose didn’t know to turn him backwards and tried to lift Brad into the truck sideways. Brad’s head hit on the top of the cab and he involuntarily lifted his hands to his head. “Shit.”
“Boss, what happened?” Jose let go, not realizing Brad was using him to stand. Brad slowly slipped to the floorboard of the truck, catching his butt on the edge of the doorway. The jolt reverberated through his entire spine.
“What in the world are you doing?” Destiny rushed to his side. She took stock of what had happened, and then focused on Brad’s face. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Are you in pain?”
Brad nodded, unable to lie. He hadn’t taken a pain killer since before he went to bed and now, in addition to the throb in his leg and foot, his back was shooting pain through his body every time he moved.
“You’re going back to bed.” Destiny looked at Jose. “And you’re helping me get him there. Move the wheelchair closer.”
As she directed, Brad found himself back into the chair and then back into his bed. He took the offered pill with no hesitation but when Jose tried to excuse himself, he shook his head. “We need to figure out what happened to this shipment.”
Destiny’s eyes narrowed. “You have ten minutes before that pill is going to knock you out. If you want to spend it talking about work, be my guest. I’m calling the doctor and getting him out here to check what damage you’ve caused by your foolishness.”
“It wasn’t foolishness,” he called after her but she didn’t respond except for a wave of the hand which he took to mean, I don’t buy it .
Jose
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