CHAPTER EIGHT
'Are you sure you’re okay?' asked Hugh, concern written all over his face.
'Oh, for God’s sake. Yes, I feel exactly like I did ten minutes ago, when you asked me the exact same question. Darlin’, I’m fine. There’s absolutely no need to mother me,' replied Gwen as she squeezed his hand.
I was so happy for them. Hugh had managed to get a flight the day after Gwen had been admitted to hospital. She hadn’t known about it. I didn’t tell her that he’d said he was flying over; I thought she deserved a surprise. Not that she hadn’t had enough of those in the last couple of days.
Brad, Ryan and I had visited her at the hospital and stayed until we were literally kicked out by a big butch nurse—not someone to mess with, believe me. And besides, when Hugh had arrived, he’d made it q
