Lynda Sandoval – Lexy's Little Matchmaker (страница 7)

“Is that okay, Daddy? Will Mommy still get it?”

Drew held the other man’s gaze. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” Brody said. “And it’ll serve a dual purpose. I’ll keep your keys and drive your SUV down to the hospital so you’re not stranded. My rig can pick me up there.” He glanced toward the gray-haired man. “Already cleared it with the boss.”

Drew rested back on the gurney, suddenly crushed with exhaustion. Or relief. Maybe a combination of the two. After a moment he said, “Ian, go pick some of those flowers, so Mr. Brody can take them with your card. Okay?”

Ian glanced between the two men, then bounded off into the vibrant orange field without a word.

Drew slipped the oxygen mask back in place, grateful for the assistance with his labored breathing. “I don’t know what to say. Except thanks,” he said, his voice muffled through the plastic. “It’s important for him.”

“I understand. Really. I’m glad to help out.”

“I’m still not used to living in a small town.” Drew huffed a wry half laugh. “That’s not the kind of paramedic service we’d get in the city.”

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