The Cop. Jan Hudson

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      Chapter Two

      Shortly after lunch Kelly tapped on Cole’s bedroom door. The biggest and burliest of the hospital’s physical therapists stood behind her with a wheelchair.

      When the door opened, Cole scowled at her. “What are you doing here?”

      He still hadn’t shaved, and he had on well-worn gray sweats that looked even worse than the ones he’d worn the day before. On his feet were a pair of fleece-lined moccasins that looked like something his mother might have bought him—or that Wes had received for Christmas sometime.

      “We’ve come to move you to your new digs,” Kelly said, smiling brightly. “Are you packed?”

      He glanced to a black duffel bag on the bed. “Not much to pack, but I’ve been ready since daylight. My brothers are supposed to come by when Frank gets out of court.”

      He frowned at the therapist. “Who are you?”

      “Dan Robert Thurston, sir.” The therapist offered his hand, and Cole shook it. “Thought I’d give you a ride down.” He motioned to the wheelchair. “Hop in and buckle up.”

      “Down the stairs? In that?”

      “Dan Robert’s a pro. It’s a piece of cake for him,” Kelly said. “Not only is he a physical therapist, he’s a weight lifter.”

      Cole didn’t look convinced, but he shrugged and sat in the lightweight chair. Dan Robert strapped him in while Kelly collected the duffel and the walker from Cole’s room. In a couple of minutes, they were downstairs.

      “You make this seem easy,” Cole said.

      “It is easy,” Dan Robert said, “with a little experience. It’s more a matter of leverage than muscle. Shoot, they even got machines now that you can attach to wheelchairs and climb stairs by yourself.”

      “Why haven’t I heard about them?” Cole asked.

      Kelly grinned. “It’s the sort of information you get if you’re in physical therapy.” She ignored his rude snort.

      Miss Nonie bustled over as they passed through the shop. “Are you sure you’ll be all right alone, son?”

      “I’ll be fine, Mom.”

      “Your dad and I will be over tonight with your supper. Is there anything else you need?”

      “Not a thing,” Cole said. “And don’t worry about my supper. I’ll order a pizza or something.”

      “But—”

      “Don’t worry about it, Miss Nonie,” Kelly said. “Mary Beth plans to leave a plate from lunch in the fridge. He won’t starve.” She waved as they went outside and loaded into her car, Cole in the passenger seat and Dan Robert in the back.

      When she pulled away and turned left, Cole said, “Aren’t we going the wrong way to the Twilight Inn?”

      “Nope. I have to drop Dan Robert by the hospital, and we thought while we were there that you could go in with him and have your physical therapy session.”

      Cole cocked an eyebrow at her. “Who is we?”

      “Think of it as the imperial ‘we,”’ she said with a flutter of her hand. After a few moments of silence, she said, “What? No argument?”

      He shrugged. “Would it do any good?”

      “Not a bit.”

      Dan Robert made a slight choking sound from the back seat.

      When they stopped at the hospital entrance, Kelly said to Cole, “I’ll pick you up here in an hour.”

      “Don’t you have patients to see?”

      “It’s my afternoon off. I’ll…be…back.”

      Cole started to say something, then clamped his mouth shut. She could see his molars getting a workout.

      COLE HAD BEEN RIGHT, Kelly thought. He hadn’t had much to pack. In the duffel she found the sweats from the day before, four pairs of pajamas, a robe, some ratty underwear and three pairs of white and two pairs of gray socks. Besides his shaving kit, two paperback novels—and her forgotten jacket of all things—that was it. Why did he have her jacket in his bag?

      She shrugged and checked the sizes of his few belongings. Obviously the man needed some clothes. At least some more sweats to knock around in. Easy on and easy off, they would be simple to manage.

      By the time she drove to the hospital door an hour later, she’d been able to do a fair amount of shopping. Dan Robert was just wheeling Cole out the door as she pulled up. Cole looked exhausted.

      “Tired?” she asked when he was settled in the front seat.

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