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Iwon’t.
Even if I die trying to protect her.
ChapterThirty-Three
Gwen
“Ishould be in Wilmington next week for the entire week,” I tell Dr. Perry.
I’m in my office at Brash, getting ready to go home. Dru is out on the shop floor with Jeanne, who has been coming by to help us set up.
“It’s good to hear you’ll be here for a while. It will be great for your grandmother to see you.”
And me, too. I miss her like crazy. “I’m looking forward to seeing her.”
“I know you are. In the meantime, please try not to worry.”
“I will.”
With everything wrapped up with the cartel and my father’s inheritance, it’s opened the floor for me to go back to Wilmington and visit Grams.
I can’t wait. What’s even better is, Malik is going with me. I know it’s because he’s being protective. There are things happening in the background he hasn’t made me aware of. But it’s nice to know he’ll be traveling back with me so I can introduce him to Grams.
“She’s responding well to the care plan I’ve placed her on, so everything is as okay as it could be on our end.” Dr. Perry sounds pleased, which is always a good sign. “But we can go over any questions you may have when I see you, or please feel free to email me.”
“That would be great. I’m just glad Grams is doing okay. Thank you so much for taking such great care of her.”
“You are most welcome. It’s my duty as a doctor to provide her with the best care, but as a friend, it means a little more than that to me, so rest assured she’s in good hands.”
“I know she is.”
“Okay, see you soon.” There’s a smile in his voice and I imagine his easy-going presence.
We hang up, and I stare at the phone in my hand for a few minutes thinking of how sad it will be that there’s every chance Grams won’t recognize me when she sees me. She also won’t feel or understand the real depth of knowing I got married.
But it’s okay. I have to appreciate what I have.
Even if Grams can’t remember me, I still have her. She’s still alive, and if Malik is right—which I believe he is—her heart will remember me.
Dru sashays into the office wearing a stunning black cocktail dress. Her bob has been trimmed into a blunt cut with a long fringe that frames her face.
She looks like she’s just finished doing a photoshoot for some fashion magazine.
She has a date later. She disappeared to the bathrooms downstairs earlier to get ready. She stops at my desk, gives me a model-like pose and a vibrant smile.
“My God, you look absolutely fabulous.” I bring my hands to my cheeks and look her over.
“I thought I’d do myself up a little more for Tony tonight.” She beams.
“This is what you calla little more? Girl, you look like you’re ready for the cover ofVogue.”
She laughs. “I do my best.
I couldn’t agree more, but I don’t know how she does it. Dru has the ability to jump through hoops the average woman would find difficult and just make whatever she’s doing work. Especially when it comes to men.
She’s hardly been in Boston for week, and she’s managed to snag a guy—aka Tony, no last name yet—who’s impressed her enough to take her out three times. Tonight will be date number four.
“I give you credit.”
