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She raised her right brow and smirked, but still let me get away with changing the subject.
“Thanks. I’m really happy with the progress we’ve made.”
“Speaking ofwe, how’s the patient doing?”
“He’s driving me crazy is how he’s doing.” She led me inside and closed the door behind us. “Now that he’s not drugged, I may have to tie him to the couch.”
“We’ve been married almost ten years and I never knew you were into that kind of thing,” Andrew said from the other end of the hallway.
“You’re not supposed to be up,” Maggie said.
“It’s my shoulder that’s hurt, not my leg. Why can’t I move around?”
“Because I want you in one place where I can keep an eye on you.” She looked at me. “You know, normally he’d welcome the chance to lounge around binge watching Netflix all day. All of a sudden it’s a problem.”
“Because I’ve been doing it for nearly two weeks. I’ve watched everything.”
“First, I don’t think you watched everything on the streaming service. And second, don’t whine. It’s not attractive.” Maggie patted his chest. “I’m going to run to the store while Adam is here. You two enjoy your visit.”
“Holy hell, she couldn’t wait to get out of here,” I said when she left. “You must be driving her crazy.”
“I’m trying not to, but I’m so bored I’m ready to scream.” I followed him into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, reached in with his left hand, and pulled out two bottles of beer. “Let’s sit outside,” he said as he handed one to me.
Since one of his hands is immoble and the other is full, I opened the patio doors and closed them behind us.
“Do you need help opening that?” I asked as we settled at the table and I twisted the cap off my beer.
“No, I got it.” With the bottle clamped between his thighs, he twisted the top off with his left hand. “I’m getting good at this.”
I held out my bottle to toast.
“Cheers.”
“To the Prodigal Son returning,” he said before touching his bottle to mine.
“You’re funny.”
“I know,” he said with a snarky grin.
We mirrored each other as we each took a long drink of beer then set the bottles down on the table. It’s funny, even though Andrew and I are twins, we barely look like brothers. I take after our mom and have her brown hair and eyes, but he favors our dad with blond hair and blue eyes. But even though we don’t look like twins, we’ve always had the telepathy thing and our mannerisms and movements are the same.
I gestured toward his right arm, which was secured to his body with an orthopaedic sling.
“So how’s it feel?”
“The pain isn’t as bad as it was when I first did it. Now it’s just achy unless I try to move it, then it hurts like hell.”
“I know it sucks, but it could have been so much worse.”
“Yeah, but like you said, it sucks. I’m not used to doing nothing all day, and Maggie won’t let me lift a finger.”
“That’s because she wants you to heal.”
“I know.” He extended his leg and pulled a chair closer to prop his feet on. “Enough about me. What’s going on with you? How’s it going with dad?”
“You know how he is. The only time he speaks to me is to second-guess what I’m doing.”
“I know he’s glad you’re here.”
