He slept solid for the next two days. The aftereffects of the disaster in the forest and then the surgery took a heavy toll. Also, the painkillers made him groggy as a rock star on a bender. He hated taking the stuff, but did as Suzanne said the first couple of days. Those were the rules. Besides, he owed her.
She’d rescued him. Okay, maybe not from a life-or-death situation like a fire. But something almost as painful.
No surprise, Suzanne turned out to be a very organized caretaker. She filled the coffee table with everything he might possibly need while she was at work. Water, medication, snacks, books, TV remote. She programmed meds reminders into his phone before she left for work, or for Pilates class, or her volunteer shifts at the Y, or margaritas with her friends, or… Suzanne ha
