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He smiled. “I was just making sure the soda didn’t explode all over you after you catapulted it into the air.”

“Thanks. You’re a hero.” I took another bite of pizza.

“So, how long do you have to wear that for?” He motioned to my sling.

“Four weeks.”

“She’ll be taking it off at physical therapy this week, though,” Shelly added. I tried to ignore the eyes she was giving me. I was not as thrilled as she was about Chase’s presence at our table.

“If I actually make it to physical therapy.”

A confused Chase looked to Shelly for an explanation.

“I have classes on the days they want her to go to physical therapy: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. They don’t have late hours, so I can’t take her after class. Crazy pants over here thinks she’s going to drive herself there with one arm.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I shrugged.

“You shouldn’t take the risk,” said Chase.

“Exactly what I said,” agreed Shelly. “You don’t need to be in another accident.”

I cringed at the reminder.

“Why don’t I take you?” Chase offered.

Shelly’s eyes lit up.

“No way.” I held my hand up. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Why is it ridiculous?” she asked. “It’s right by his dad’s shop. It’s perfect, actually.”

“That doctor’s office right across the street? I can take you there on my way to work in the morning.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t ever take ‘no’ for an answer.” Chase stood up and pushed his chair in. “Make her appointments for nine, Shell. I’ll pick her up around a quarter-to.”

“I can make my own appointments.”

“Nine. Got it,” Shelly replied.

“Hello! Does anybody hear me?”

Chase flashed his signature smile. “See you ladies Monday.”

“Bye, Chase!” Shelly wiggled her fingers.

I blinked at my friend incredulously. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” She shrugged, trying not to make eye contact with me. “You need a ride to physical therapy. Chase is going to take you. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I don’t want to be stuck with him for the next month. Who knows what he’ll expect in return.”

“He’s not like that, Merritt.”

“Whatever he is or isn’t, I still don’t want him to drive me around.”

“It’s better than you trying to drive yourself.”

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