Page 96 of Broken Wheels
Dixon brushed his lips against Josh’s. “Hush. I didn’t mind telling you who I was, because I hoped one day it would become important enough that you’d remember.”
“It took me a lot longer than it should have, but as soon as you were in my head, you never left it.” And you never will. Dixon wasn’t only in Josh’s head—he was in Josh’s heart.
Dixon’s smile was the most genuine one he had ever seen.
“I love you,” Josh whispered.
“Love you too, Doc.” Dixon stroked Josh’s hair. “I can’t wait for us to get home.”
For the first time since Grandma died, home finally had a meaning.
“Now get some rest.” Dixon kissed him again. “If the doctor’s happy with your progress, you could be out of here by tomorrow.”
Now that was a goal.
Then he remembered what had been on his mind ever since Dixon had removed the fake nurse.
“What about the syringe he had?” Josh shivered at the memory. It didn’t take a genius to work out it probably had the same poison in it that they used to kill the other guy.
Dixon grumbled. “Against my better judgment, I gave it to Chalmers.”
Despite his qualms, Josh chuckled. “What do you have against him? He’s been nothing but decent to us.”
Dixon got off the bed and paced a little, wringing his hands. “Because he… he… oh, I don’t know! He rubs me the wrong way.”
Josh couldn’t resist. “Oh, he’s rubbing you? Dude, details.” He grinned. “If I can’t be doing it, the least I can do is hear about it.”
Dixon came to a halt and gaped at him. “Fuck no. He will never get within eight inches of my stuff.”
Josh flashed him a smug grin. “Good, because those are my eight inches.”
Josh’s jaw ached from smiling so much. “I can leave?” He’d thought about nothing else since his conversation with Dixon.
Dr. James nodded. “Not right away, but by the end of tomorrow, certainly. We’ll organize your check-ups before we let you out the door, and give you a list of dos and don’ts.”
“You already know what’s on the don’ts list,” Dixon murmured, and Josh was sure his face was bright red.
Dr. James blinked, then coughed. “You’ll be taking it easy for a while, remember.”
“If he doesn’t, there are plenty of people who’ll remind him.” Dixon grinned. “I’ll be at the top of the list.”
Josh gave him a mock glare. “When you’ve quite finished?” He returned his attention to Dr. James. “Thank you for taking care of me.” They shook.
“You’re welcome.” Dr. James gave a nod to Dixon before leaving the room.
Josh sank back against his pillows, and Dixon sat on the edge of the bed.
“Good news.”
“Great news.” Josh glanced at the cabinet beside his bed. “Where’s my phone?”
“You don’t need it now.”
He gave Dixon a stern gaze. “Yes, I do,” he insisted. “If I’m moving permanently to CrossBow, I have to organize movers.”
Dixon’s eyebrows went sky high. “When for?”
“As soon as possible.”