Page 45 of With Spite

“Uh, excuse me?”

I didn’t stop the cleaning I was doing, but did say, “Yes?”

“Where’s my daughter?”

I frowned and looked at her. “Ma’am, your daughter went home with your ex-husband over forty-five minutes ago.”

The way I said it insinuated “how could you not notice that?”

She opened her mouth and closed it, looking embarrassed.

Before the mom could say anything, Sage was back in the room carrying her things. “I’m ready to leave. Are you?”

The mother left before anything else could be said.

The door closed behind her, and I asked curiously, “Do you think we’ll make it onto her social media?”

“There’s no doubt.” She snorted. “I’ll bet we’re in a video tomorrow about ‘leaving patients alone in rooms for hours.’”

“Lord save me.”

We walked together to our vehicles.

Only, Sage’s vehicle happened to be running, and mine did not.

I groaned as the cold hit me.

“Should’ve started mine,” I grumbled as I dropped inside and slammed the door closed.

I frantically reached for the start button, then searched for my gloves.

I didn’t bother turning up the heat.

I still had everything on high from earlier that morning.

It was marginally better now than it was when I’d left this morning, but this morning I’d had the wherewithal to actually start my truck before I was ready to go.

The drive home was miserable, and by the time I’d pulled into my driveway, my heat had finally started working.

It was also, once again, snowing.

I pulled up to my garage and hit the button, looking forlornly at the space in the garage with annoyance.

My truck was too big for the garage.

I’d give my left nipple to be able to park it in there.

That would mean that I wouldn’t have to scrape snow off my truck every morning before I had to go to work.

Though the snow had already been knocked off my truck this morning when I’d gone outside to do it.

I assumed that Creed was responsible, and it’d made me roll my eyes.

I loved my brother, but he didn’t need to go out of his way to clean my truck off on his way to work.

The big dork.

Sadly, I had to take my hands off the steering wheel to go inside.