“So you think.” But she didn’t get a chance to argue more with him, as the doctor came in and examined her and Wilt slipped out of the room.
“You’re healing nicely. The stitches can come out next week. You can make an appointment with your regular doctor to do that. Don’t do anything strenuous over the next month. Your body took a bit of a beating. You need to let it heal thoroughly.”
Considering Zara had cleared the next month of Indigo’s work calendar, she had no option but to rest. Not that she minded. She could do with the break. But she was going to callJeffrey and Greta anyway and see when she could finish the job for them.
“That won’t be a problem,” she told the doctor, and accepted the packet of papers he held out.
“A nurse will be here shortly to wheel you out.”
“Thank you for everything.” The doctor acknowledged her words with a smile and left.
Wilt came back in. “All good to go?”
“Yep.” She held up the envelope and looked around the room. She wouldn’t miss this place, for sure. And she hoped it was a long time before she ever spent time in hospital again.
A nurse arrived with a wheelchair, and once she sat, Wilt hooked her small overnight bag on the back and then placed a couple of vases in her lap, while he collected the last ones.
The transfer to his car was done smoothly, and soon they were on their way. “Where are we headed?” she asked.
“I thought we’d go for a quick walk. It’s a beautiful day, and you’ve been cooped up inside for long enough. You’re probably craving fresh air.”
“You got that right.”
The drive passed in a comfortable silence, and soon they were pulling into the driveway of a single-story house that overlooked the ocean. She had no idea where they were, but the area was stunning.
“Whose place is this? And what are we doing here? I thought you were taking me for a walk?” Now she was really confused. There hadn’t been any calls or messages come through asking Wilt to drop something off or go visit someone.
“This is where we’re going to stay for the next week,” Wilt said, a huge smile on his face as if pleased with himself for pulling off the ultimate surprise.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“But I don’t have any clothes.” The only bag she had in her current possession contained the sleepwear she’d worn while in hospital and a few toiletries. Definitely not enough for a week’s stay.
“Sorted. Zara arrange for your bag from the resort in Broome to be sent down to her. She washed everything for you, replenished your favorite skincare products and a few other things. It’s in the back of the car.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
He reached across the center console and brushed his fingers down her cheek. “I hope I have. Now let’s get our stuff inside and take a walk along the beach.”
She looked at the water. It was calm, and the house appeared to be across from a bay, so it was protected from any rough breeze. “Sounds perfect.”
It didn’t take them long to transfer their bags inside. She noted Wilt set them down in the main bedroom.
The house looked gorgeous and the furnishings were beachy and calming. She would have a better look around when they got back. All she wanted to do was enjoy the sunshine with the man she loved.
She was going to throw caution to the wind and tell him she loved him. Given the thoughtfulness of this staycation they were about to have, she was convinced Wilt cared for her too.
Carefully, they made their way across the road and down the short, shrub-covered dunes to the shore.
The water swooshed over her feet, and she shivered. “Oh, that’s cold!”
“You’ll get used to it,” Wilt assured her, before tucking her closer to his side.
They didn’t say anything as they enjoyed the view while the freedom of knowing they were both alive and healthy settled between them.
They’d gone a few hundred meters when Indigo stopped.
