Nursing in Northlake (At the Altar Book 9) by Kirsten Osbourne Page B

shrugged. “It wouldn’t surprise me, but not to my knowledge.”
    “I’m going to need to find someone who can soup up an engine on my cart, so I can be a real competitor.”
    “No, you don’t. You can follow the rules like everyone else.”
    “What’s the fun of that?”
    Heidi sighed, seeing Miss Molly was going to be a bad influence on the other residents. “I’m going to have to assign six people to make sure you’re not causing trouble here, aren’t I, Miss Molly?”
    “You wouldn’t have it any other way!”
    *****
    When Heidi got home that evening, she found Slade in the kitchen making a stir-fry. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “How did I get so lucky as to marry you?”
    He laughed. “I have no idea. You must have done something good at some point in your life.”
    She shook her head. “You really are something else.”
    He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. “How’d Miss Molly like the assisted living?”
    “She met another resident as soon as she got there, and they became fast friends. She signed all the paperwork, and she’s moving in next weekend. I’m going to need to help her.”
    “We’ll help her together. She’s such a sweet old lady. I’m glad she liked it.”
    “I think the big draw was the idea of there being people for her to hang out with. She’s been lonely for as long as I’ve known her. She could handle it before as long as she knew I’d try to stop in every day, or at least every other day. With me moving away, it made it a lot harder on her.”
    “Do you think she’ll be happy there, though?”
    Heidi nodded emphatically. “Oh, yeah. They have Olympics there every year. Which reminds me, she wants to know if you know anything about engines.”
    “Engines? Yeah, sure. I worked on my own cars when I was in college.” Slade frowned, wondering why Miss Molly would want to know that.
    “Please keep that information to yourself. She wants you to soup up the engine on a motorized cart so she can win the races.”
    He laughed. “Of course she does. And you don’t want this to happen?”
    Heidi shook her head. “Not at all! I never told you the whole story about the pickles, did I?”
    “No, you didn’t. What happened with the pickles?”
    “I took her grocery shopping, and her legs weren’t quite feeling up to walking. She’s got arthritis in both knees, and she gets sore.”
    “Of course.”
    “So she rode one of the motorized carts. She asked me to pick out a couple of watermelons, and while I was doing that, she challenged this old man in another cart to a race. The next thing I knew, they had crashed into a pickle display and there were more than seventy-five jars of pickles broken. The place stunk to high heaven. The manager asked the two of us to never return to his store.”
    Slade bit his lip, obviously fighting back his laugh. “That’s terrible.”
    “Oh, go ahead and laugh. It was funny, but not at the time. I couldn’t believe it. She really does need someone to keep an eye on her, and I’ve tried for the past six years.”
    “Doesn’t she have any children?”
    “She does. She has a daughter who lives in Denton. She hires people to check up on Miss Molly, but she never makes sure they’re doing their job. So they work for a few months, and then they stop showing up. And then I start watching out for her full-time again until her daughter can find someone else. I have to call her every few months to tell her to take care of her mother.” Heidi shook her head. “If I ever neglect my mother that way, feel free to yell all you want. The woman gave her daughter life, and she deserves respect for that.”
    “She does.” He sighed. “I wish I had an answer for her, but it sounds like the assisted living will be perfect for her.”
    “It will. There are daily activities for her to be involved in, and she already made a friend. They were checking out the butts of the men we walked past.”
    He laughed. “I