Page 115 of One Last Shot
Huxley followed him.
Boo closed her eyes.
“Good job, Oaken. That was fantastic. And wow, the way Boo went after that guy... rough. Almost cruel. I don’t think anyone will call you the bad guy when this airs.”
What?She opened her eyes, unable to breathe.
“Hux—that’s not—that’s not the deal,” Oaken said.
Deal? What deal?
The drugs, however, were sweeping her away, taking her under.
No—wait!
“I told you, it’s not like that?—”
And then blackness washed over her, carrying her away.
CHAPTER 13
She was just overreacting.
Boo lay in the hospital bed in the shared room of Alaska Regional Hospital, her leg in a brace, trying to turn the conversation around, skew it so that it didn’t cut through her.
“Good job, Oaken. That was fantastic.”
What did that even mean?
She leaned against the pillow, the sun finally breaking through the clouds, which had emptied themselves on Anchorage overnight, and glistening on the layer of fresh snow. Through her window, the Alaska Range rose, topped with a frosting of white against a backdrop of blue sky.
The temperatures, however, promised to skyrocket into the forties today, so it wouldn’t last long.
Not unlike her little romance with Oaken Fox. What. Had. She. Beenthinking?
The door to her room opened, and she heard someone come in—maybe the nurse, because she greeted the woman in the bed next to her. “Janice, how is my favorite patient this morning?”
Boo closed her eyes. Her knee throbbed, the painkiller wearing off. But hopefully today she could go home. She’d arrived at the Anchorage hospital last night after a long and harrowing ride in an ambulance from Copper Mountain. Not that she remembered much. She’d awakened a couple times to see London sitting with her.
She hadn’t asked about Oaken.
“I’m feeling much better,” said Janice. “My daughter should be in to see me soon.”
“She’s right outside.” Rustling beyond the curtain, and the sound of the bed being raised. Then the Velcro rip of a blood pressure cuff. “Your blood pressure seems back to normal.”
“I told her it was just angina, not a heart attack.”
“The doctor will be in soon with your test results. Breakfast is on the way too.”
The nurse then came around the curtain. Warm brown eyes, her dark hair back in braids. “And how’s our local rescuer this morning?”
Her name badge said Oolanie.
“I want to go home,” Boo said as the woman raised her bed, then checked her current blood pressure. Probably high, given the thoughts circling her brain.
“The doctor will be in soon, but I do have in the notes a possible discharge.” She looked up from her tablet. “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”
And right then, her chest clenched. Half hope, half dread. What would she say to him? Maybe it was best she’d had some time to think, to...