The doctor finally released her from the hospital five weeks later, and Drew insisted on moving her into his house.
“What about Joshie?” had been her first concern.
“What about him? I have a huge backyard and multiple years’ experience with playing fetch and giving belly scratches. He’ll love it at my place.”
“What about work?”
“It will still be there when you get back, Trixie,” he said softly. “Or I can make sure you’re completely set up to work remotely, your call.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Smartass,” she teased. “I was talking about you. You have a company to run. You can’t afford to be away.”
“The hell I can’t,” he told her, and watched her brow furrow in confusion.
He knew the second she put it all altogether, because her eyes suddenly got huge.
“You took the buyout
