“Yeah.” He had the nerve to grin at me.
“I thought Wallace said you weren’t to come in until further notice.”
“Yeah, but then the other night happened.”
I sighed again. He was Mark Vincent and would do what he planned to do, and becoming impatient with him was useless. “You’ll go easy on your leg?”
“Always. How long are you going to be at the hospital?”
“I’d planned to stay most of the afternoon, but it really depends on DB’s mother. I don’t know why she doesn’t like me—we’ve never met—but she doesn’t, and I don’t want to make things difficult for him.”
“However, if Mrs. Cooper gives you a hard time, she’ll deal with me.” Mother picked up her napkin and blotted her lips.
“I’m coming.”
“Excuse me, Mark?”
“If there’s going to be a throw down between Cooper’s old lady and you, Porti
