CHAPTER 57
"Poor Kip, thank God he's alright," Grace was emotional. "What an awful day you had, Jamie, and that Irina woman sounds dangerous. I can't believe Nick put you through that. Want me to come over there and keep you company?"
"That's sweet of you, Grace, but I'm okay. Yes, it was a helluva day."
I was walking around the hospital lobby trying to decompress as we talked, passing the coffee shop, the gift shop, the free book cart, down the long hall to the window and then looping back. It was hard to resist the siren's call of fresh-brewed coffee, my drug of choice. I planned to be their first customer in the morning.
In a subdued voice Grace said "I'm sorry about what I said at the Gala, I wish I could take it back. I overreacted big time."
"No, you had every right to be mad,"
