Chapter 7
Daniel
I want to crow, wheeling Caroline up the newly-installed wheelchair ramp and onto the porch of our new home. Her eyes are so wide! “Is this where we’ll be staying?” she breathes in amazement.
“Yep, for at least six months. I’m hoping for longer. It depends on how much work Amelie’s got for me.” And by work, I mean keeping her good and seduced. But you need not know that, honey.
“So, Miss LaBelle’s will let us stay through the rest of my surgeries too?” She sounds hopeful and less tired than in months. Hope is a heck of a d**g.
Also not having to live on hotel food in a small suite with few services; nothing to do but watch TV and nowhere to go. “Yes, at least that. She wants to make sure you are comfortable here.”
I almost feel a bit guilty. It’s clear that under the
