“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You seem a little rattled.”
I cocked my head at him. “If you’d been in an accident and didn’t remember a thing, wouldn’t you be a little rattled?”
“Point taken.”
Sighing, I rested back against my pillows. “Break me out of here, Sam. I don’t think I can take another night in here.”
“I’m not sure your parents would be too happy about that. Your mom is already making plans to move in and help you around the house.”
My jaw dropped at his words. “When did this happen?”
He smirked at me. “While you were sleeping.”
“Well, it’s not going to happen. There’s no way I’m allowing her in my house. Not even for one night.”
A grin twisted his lips as he leaned back in his chair. “We’ll see about that.”
33
SAM
“Mom,I don’t need you in my house!” Cassidy shouted as I opened the door to let her in.
She barely slipped past me on her crutches, wobbling as she turned for the living room. Her parents were bringing up the rear with groceries, overnight bags, and some kind of large machine that I didn’t want to know about.
“Honey,” her mother said, stepping inside and hurrying over to her daughter, who was about to wobble right onto her ass. “You need someone to stay with you. You’re on crutches. You can’t possibly get around and do everything on your own.”
“I can and I will. Besides, I only have one bedroom!”
Chuckling, I brought Cassidy’s bag to her bedroom and unpacked it, placing the few items she had in the hospital on her dresser. Her clothes were all garbage and were taken by the police. I wasn’t sure what for, but for the time being, they were evidence.
“You are not staying here! I don’t need you here to take care of me!”
“Well, you aren’t staying alone!” her mother shouted.
“I won’t be alone. I’ll have my books!”
I snorted at that. Books weren’t going to help her when she fell over or make her a sandwich at lunch. Not that she would be alone anyway. She might not know it, but I was staying. I just hadn’t gotten around to telling anyone yet.
Maybe now would be a good time to fill everyone in before there was a mass murder.
“Cassidy, your mother just wants to take care of you,” her father argued.
“There’s nowhere for her to stay!”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” her mother argued.
“With your CPAP machine taking up all the space in the living room?”
“It’s not that big.”
I let out a loud whistle, finally getting everyone’s attention. “I’ll stay with Cassidy.”
If I thought that would earn me praise, I would have been mistaken. Cassidy narrowed her eyes dangerously at me. “And why would you stay with me?”
“It’s me or them. Take your pick.”
