Chapter Twenty-EightPaige
Thankful for Allie’s second chance, I’d jumped at the opportunity to join her for a glass of wine tonight at a local bar. Her friendship was pretty much the only thing I had left.
We’d discussed her desire to start dating again after the disaster that was James, but when the topic turned to her brother, my heart began to pound. I wanted to feign mild disinterest for the sake of our mended friendship, but just hearing his name was like someone had struck a match inside my chest. I felt hot and anxious, desperate for more information, for news about how he was doing.
“I think he’s going to be wrapping up at the hospital soon,” she said, fiddling with her cocktail napkin.
“What are you saying? Does Cannon have an offer already?”
Allie’s mouth lifted in a smile.
