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“I’ll let him know she needs to be removed from there.”
“She can come to the hospital. She can have the room I was gonna stay in, I’ll sleep on the couch or something.”
“She’d have to go to Bullet’s Hatch unless I put her there as a patient. Which I could.”
“My God, that poor thing.”
Patches eyed the genuine concern on her pretty face. “Why are you a mile away?”
He leaned and took her hand, helping her to the seat before his, again stealing a kiss before returning to his spot.
“What if they give trouble?” Tegan wondered, still worried.
“That would be pretty stupid of them.”
She aimed her worried eyes at him. “Why?”
“Because the Bishops and his Twelve rule these swamps with an iron rod.”
Patches pulled his buzzing phone from his back pocket. Sarah. “I’m on my way back, is everything okay?”
“It’s Grand Pier, he’s not wanting to take his meds.”
“Boo-san,” he muttered with a sigh. “I’ll handle it.”
“You get that stuff delivered?”
“No. Ran into something. Gonna have to wait.”
“All right. Well, the mothers are all tucked in for the night. Did you still want to meet tonight?”
His mind stumbled at that. “Uh…shit, remind me what’s happening?”
She gave a little laugh. “We were going to go over final plans?”
“For the hurricane,” he remembered.
“Uhhh yep, that’s the one. I can’t find Tegan, hope she didn’t get lost.”
“She’s with me.”
“Oh good,” she said.
“We’re ten minutes out,” Patches said, ignoring the unspoken curiosity in her tone. He sure didn’t need her guessing at his intentions with Tegan. That would surely get messy. It was no longer a secret that the swamp women were up in arms about these foreign women moving in on their male territory. He understood, he was right at the front of that charge. Till Tegan.
“See you when you get here, then,” Sarah said.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, hanging up.
“Everything okay?” Tegan asked.
Patches scrolled for Bullet’s number, not missing the same curious tone Sarah had in hers. These women. They had their own language going on between them with an inside track you knew existed but didn’t understand. “Grand Pier is being cah-nie with his meds.”
“Cah-nie?”
“Fussy, rebellious, troublesome,” he said. “Gonna report what we found to Bullets then when we get back, I want to get Nitro taken care of.”
“But he’s okay,” she double checked. “Grand Pier.”
