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I shrug. “Not really.”
“Well, stop at the front desk to schedule a three-month checkup, and don’t hesitate to call if you’re having dizzy spells or chest pain, okay?”
I nod quickly. “All right. Well, thanks for fixing my heart,” I say, not knowing how to leave this appointment. It feels oddly anticlimactic to see the doctor who fixed my heart a week ago, just to be told I’m healthy now and to call if I think I might be dying or whatever.
Dr. Montgomery chuckles. “Just doing my job.”
Once Farrah and I walk outside to the parking lot, I hold out my hand for the keys. She reluctantly hands them over—she’s a big fan of my fancy new truck. But she can’t park it any better than I can. I hold back a laugh when said truck comes into view, and it’s nearly taking up two parking spots.
I unlock the large vehicle, and the built-in step stool folds out like magic. I step up and into the truck and Farrah bursts into laughter. I grin, loving the sound. Her laugh sounds like the more feminine version of Ford’s.
“You’re so tiny. It looks hilarious to watch you get in the driver’s seat of this thing. Like a toddler wearing their parent’s shoes.”
I shoot her a mock glare when she slides into the passenger seat. She’s taller than me by a few inches, but not nearly as tall as Colby’s fiancée, Noel. “I’ll have you know I’m the average height for a female.”
She snickers. “With heels on?”
My jaw drops. “I liked you better when I was still healing and you felt sorry for me. Now I’m cleared for driving, and you’re meaner than a chihuahua chasing a delivery man.”
“How dare you compare me to a chihuahua! Are they even real dogs? Or do they qualify as cats?”
“I think that question is offensive to cats everywhere,” I retort, starting the truck and backing out of the parking spot.
Driving feels natural, even though it’s been a few weeks. The skin on my wrist that’s still tender pulls a little when I turn the steering wheel, but it’s not bad. “That reminds me. I want to get Ford a dog.”
“I’d love to see him with another dog. He loved Moose so much.”
“I remember watching them together and thinking about how calm Ford was around him. I know he doesn’t need that kind of support anymore, but I still think he’d enjoy having a dog around.”
“You’re his Moose now.” She glances at me as I drive. “You calm him, make him better. I think you always have.”
I preen at her compliment. I don’t think Ford needs me like that, but it’s nice to hear all the same.
“He said we could talk about a dog once I had recovered. I want to find a job and start working again first—one thing at a time.” I sigh. “I’d hate to get a puppy just to have to kennel the poor thing while I’m at work.”
Farrah crosses her legs then steeples her hands on her knee, looking thoughtful. A light turns red, and I bring the truck to a stop, giving Farrah my full attention. “What?”
She bites her bottom lip, like she’s unsure she wants to say what’s on her mind. “When you go back to work, you’ll have a nanny?”
I nod, turning my gaze back to the light, which turns green. I gently press the gas pedal, and the engine roars to life again. “Yes, I need to sit down with your brother and discuss all that.”
“What if I was Nella’s nanny?”
My eyes widen, and I look at her briefly before turning back toward the road. “What about your job in Ohio?”
She grimaces. “I quit right before I came out here with Mom.”
“Farrah Remington, you’re full of secrets.”
She groans. “Ugh. I know. I need to come clean to Mom and Ford—to everyone. But everything’s been so busy, and I haven’t found the right time.”
I offer her a soft smile. “Sometimes we have to make the right time. I’d love for you to be Nella’s nanny, but I can’t say yes or no without Ford knowing about any of it.”
“Okay, I’ll tell everyone, I promise.” She hedges, toying with a hole in her jeans. “But if I was the nanny, I could take care of the puppy too.”
“Farrah,” I warn. “Talk to your brother.”
“Fine.”
