Yes, they had driven together in the limo more than a few times too, but there was something to it.
She thought back on the other times he had reacted this way since she met him. There was their conversation about why he left the practice. He had also gotten that way when they skirted the question of relationships and family. And he had a similar look during the impromptu procedure on John’s arm. Maybe he was in a car accident with someone important to him—but who? And how bad was it?
She was onto something. It was a gut feeling, and she had nothing to go by—even less so as Andrew continued to be tight-lipped about his trauma—but she trusted her gut implicitly. She sighed, finishing up her stretches to head for the shower. She was not going to ask him just yet. It would be too easy for him to shut down. She would wait. He would tell her soon, she hoped. Having to guess and come up with her own theories was no fun though; not when he could simply tell her.
***
ABBY looked over at Andrew as they sat at the back of the limousine. He held her hand, and looked pensively out the window.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered, looking over at her. “Sorry, I tend to get sucked into how beautiful around Lake Tahoe is. I’ve been down this route countless times; yet that view out there gets me every time.”
He ran a finger down her cheek, and tucked a stray lock of hear behind her ear. “How about you? Doing alright?”
“Yes,” she answered, leaning on his arm. “It’s gorgeous outside. I can see why you love it. It’s serene, and lovely on an immense scale. It makes problems seem so small, taking in that expansive view. I guess it puts life in perspective.”
“Wow.”
She looked up at him. “What,”
“You could have read my mind verbatim just now.”
“Yeah?” she said, turning to look at him more closely.
“It’s uncanny.”
“Just don’t get too used to it, big boy,” she teased.
“Used to what?”
“To me trying to read your mind.” She kissed his lips softly. “Talking works. Remember, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you. I promise.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Promise?” She hoped she was getting her point across without pushing the issue.
“Yes. I promise.”
She undid her seatbelt and slid up to sit in his lap, and held him close.
***
Abby made a point of making a big entrance into John’s recovery room. As she slipped in the door, she shouted, “How is the big teddy bear who slayed one of Lake Tahoe’s most vicious predators!”
Trina and John jumped. Trina was sitting in a chair beside John, playing cards with him on his good side.
“Hey!” Trina said first, and got up to accept Abby’s hug in her already outstretched arms.
“That’s one way to scare a patient,” John said cheerily. “How are you doing?”
“That’s for me to ask you, isn’t it?” she joked.
“Nah. I wasn’t the only casualty of Lake Tahoe, was I? Last time I say you, you were skipping around on one good leg, remember?”
“Don’t remind me,” Abby answered, getting serious as she held Trina around her shoulder. “So how are you feeling, John?”
“Still not great, but very grateful. It could have been a lot worse. I get to keep my arm, plus a few pins inside for good measure.”
“Great to hear. You must be relieved.”
“Very. Thanks to you and Andrew. Speak of the devil, where’s the big guy?”
“He’s grabbing something in the store downstairs.” She turned to Trina. “And the staff here, they’re taking good care of you two?”
“The best,” she answered. “The ones who have worked here for years all rave about Andrew.”
“Really? How do they know him?”
“He worked here in his late teens during college, or maybe it was over the summer. Definitely before med school. They said he was the hardest working orderly the hospital ever hired. The nurses on the floor said they’d fight over him during
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