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wouldn’t give if her parents lived around the
corner, like Russell’s did.
    Of course, had she been true to her heart,
maybe things wouldn’t be so tough. Glenda Walker could have been
her mother-in-law and grandmother to her son. Had she waited for
Russell, perhaps she’d still be married—to him—and not divorced
from the ass she’d chosen over him.
    Feeling sorry for herself did her no good.
Besides, Lucas was the light of her life, no matter his paternity.
She’d never give him up. At this point, she supposed, she only
wished for things to be easier. Well, she’d brought that on
herself. Now she was paying for it.
    As long as Russell was laying in that bed,
she’d take care of him. After all, he did say he loved her.
    A smile formed on her lips, and the headache
began to fade away. Even if it was a drug-induced statement, it
still made her happy.

Chapter Four
     
    Numerous noises were coming from his mother
as the doctor put Russell’s x-rays up on the light board in his
room. She’d sighed, cried, sniffed, and he wasn’t sure what else.
His father’s hand rested on her shoulder for comfort. Russell lay
there, just as he had for nearly four days, waiting for them to say
something positive.
    “Everything is healing nicely. We’re going
to get PT in here today and get you moving a little bit. You won’t
be trying to walk for a few weeks, but you’ll get there.” The
doctor took the x-rays off the board. “A few more days and we can
release you into your parents’ care. You will still need to be
attended to at all times.”
    Russell realized that all the years of
military training had led him to this moment. He wasn’t about to
let his mother wait on him hand and foot for the long term. He was
physically in excellent health, minus this setback. He’d be damned
if he wasn’t going to be walking in a few weeks, just as the doctor
had said—but fully walking, not assisted. No, Russell Walker wasn’t
going to rely on aids to help him get around.
    “He’ll be in good hands,” his mother’s shaky
voice broke the silence Russell hadn’t even noticed had filled the
room. He’d been to locked into his own thoughts.
    The door to his room opened again, and
Phillip Smythe poked his head in as he took off his hat and secured
it under his arm. “Oh, you have a full set of visitors. I’ll check
in later.”
    His mother rose and walked to the door,
pulling Phillip inside. “You come in and visit. We’ve been here all
morning. I could use some coffee,” she offered, and Russell watched
as his father fell into line next to her. “We’ll be back shortly,”
she promised as they walked out of the room.
    Russell looked at the doctor who was
gathering his things. “I’ll be back around tomorrow morning to
check on you,” he gave him a smile as he too walked out the
door.
    “Seriously, I feel as though no one wanted
to see me,” Phillip laughed as he walked around to the side of
Russell’s bed. “You look better.”
    “Get me the hell out of here, and I’ll be
even better. You passing through?” he asked as he looked at
Phillip’s uniform. “Or did you drop by on your coffee break?”
    Phillip took his hat in his hands and ran
his fingers over the rim. “There’s surveillance footage of a blue
pickup truck following you down the road. The gas station on the
corner by the bar caught it on their camera.”
    Russell thought back to their first
conversation. “You think I was run off the road, don’t you?”
    “I think there’s a possibility. We’re
looking at your truck to see if we can find any other paint on
it.”
    “My truck is blue, too.”
    “My team is good. They’ll know if that was
the case. Every blue is a little different.”
    “Jake said the truck is totaled. He can’t
fix it, and he can fix anything.”
    “He’s right. You know you’re lucky to be
alive?”
    “I’ve been told.” He began to wish that
sleep would just take over. Suddenly he didn’t want to discuss