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stroke.”
    Vivi and I dropped our mouths open as our men held us a little tighter. Kitty gasped, her hand over her mouth.
    “It was what we call a TIA, or mini-stroke. She may have been having these for a while now and not even have realized it. Today’s might have been a bit stronger.”
    “Can she still talk, or walk?”
    “Yes, she’s okay. The mini strokes don’t debilitate the way massive strokes do. She should be her normal self. It can make her a bit confused so be patient with her. I’m putting her on some medication but she’ll need to be watched as we work to get all the dosages just right.”
    “Is she gonna be okay? I mean, is this a forewarning of some kind?” Sonny spoke for all of us.
    “She should be fine. People can live with TIAs for years,” Dr. Allen reassured us. “For a woman of eighty years old, I’d say other than that she’s in pretty great shape, but we’re gonna keep an eye on her.”
    “Oh, thank you so much,” Kitty leaned in to hug the good doctor. A sense of relief washed over the tense mood of our little group. That was until that blast of cold air hit us when the automatic double doors opened again—and in walked Harry.

 
    CHAPTER 13
     
     
     
    “Good God, now I think I’m gonna have a stroke.” Kitty clutched her pearls and for a minute I thought she was either gonna fall over or yank them from her neck and strangle Harry with them. I totally went into shock. The lawyer in me kicked in with all the questions. Where had he been? Who had he been staying with all this time? And what the hell was that brothel doing calling his phone? Not to mention, how did he know we were all here?
    “What are you doing here?” The first question jumped from my lips before I could put my tongue in control.
    “How is she?” Harry asked.
    “She’s gonna be fine. A stroke,” I said unconsciously folding my arms.
    “Oh, my God! A stroke?” Harry seemed fidgety. Nervous-- but not exactly because of Meridee. I could tell he knew he was in shark-infested waters between all of us standing there together. Little did he know that Vivi and I had committed with Dallas to try to untangle him from his latest web of trouble.
    “Yeah but Dr. Allen is handling her and he has her on some prescriptions. We’re all gonna watch her. Where have you been? I know you didn’t have a car.”
    Harry shifted his weight, his face flushed with the cold outside and maybe a bit of awkwardness. “Uhm, well, I can’t really say. I was wondering though if maybe you ran across my phone. I can’t find it anywhere.”
    “Yeah, I have it in my purse,” I said walking back over to the chairs to grab it for him. “I couldn’t call you, since you obviously don’t have your phone,” I sneered. I got his phone from my black leather Michael Kors tote and handed Harry his phone, but not before pointing out his latest call.
    “Here it is,” I said holding up the device. “But I was wondering if you could explain this number. Whomever it is has called several times since last night.”
    Harry took the phone and studied the number. His mouth dropped in a confused look. I wasn’t sure if it was fake or not. Then he shook his head.
    “That number started calling me just before I hired the intern,” he responded. “I answered it one time and they said it was a wrong number. But for some reason they continue to call from time to time. I usually just ignore it.”
    Well, that was pretty good, I thought to myself. He was still as fast as he always was in court. An expert with quickness like nobody else. Why oh why did I have this nagging feeling that he just might be telling me the truth. I hated that. I wanted to hate him. To at least be mad at him. He had been a notorious liar all summer long. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones. Carrying Sonny’s baby boy made it hard to hate anyone. Ugh, a part of me just wanted to shove Harry right back out into the cold parking lot of the hospital, but instead somehow I