The morning after Colin’s surgery, Gracie shook me awake.
“Oh God, is Colin okay?” And, oh s**t, Danny.
And, oh s**t, Danny.She gazed down at me.
I blinked up. “What?”
“You shut your alarm off two hours ago. I don’t think you meant to sleep…hey.”
I nearly knocked her over in my blind and panicked rush to the bathroom. I had to piss, but then if I drove like a maniac—
“Colin’s fine.” Gracie called the words through the closed door. “He just texted to say they moved him out of ICU, he has his phone back, and he hoped you were getting some sleep and not to worry.”
Since I was in the middle of pissing, I wasn’t going to answer. Mama had taught me some manners. Still, as soon as I flushed and washed my hands, I stepped out. “He’s really okay?”
“Yes.” She gave me an exaggerated answer.
