home.â
âIâm sorry, no. Only Claire Jones and you were listed as his emergency contacts.â
âOkay, thanks.â Ryan disconnected and grabbed his keys. He should have told Jacob to be careful. Instead, he let him rush off, knowing how anxious he was to get back to Kate. Tears stung his eyes. Jacob was like a brother to him. He had to be okay.
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Ryan sat beside his friendâs bed and watched him sleep. Between the bandage around his head and the cast on his arm, he looked even worse than Ryan had imagined on the way over to the hospital. The man driving the semi wasnât harmed, except for a couple of bruises, and claimed Jacob had run the red light. He rubbed his scruffy face and dialed Kateâs number for the twentieth time. Where was she? Didnât she care that her ex was lying in a hospital bed partly because he was rushing home to meet her?
Ryan glanced at his phone and let out a sigh of relief to see Kate was finally calling him back.
âKate, itâs Ryan Tucker. Jacob was in an accident. Iâm here with him in Indiana at County Hospital.â
âOh my gosh. Is he okay?â
Ryan looked at his sleeping friend. âHeâs got a broken arm, some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a concussion, but yeah, heâs going to be okay.â
Silence.
Was she crying? Worried? âAre you still there?â
âIâm here. Iâm just trying to decide what to do.â
Her ex, a man she supposedly still loved, was hurt badly. What was there to decide? If Maisie were in an accident, heâd be right by her side. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, I canât come to Indiana. I have work. How is he going to manage with broken ribs and a broken arm?â
Ryanâs face burned. âHe was rushing back to see you. To work on your relationship!â
âI know. I feel bad, but the fact is I canât take care of him.â
Ryan got up and walked into the hall. âKate, you havenât changed. You are still the same selfish, cold woman youâve always been and always will be.â Ryan disconnected and walked down the sterile hall to the exit doors. He needed some air. As the cool air hit his face, he took a deep breath. The moon was full and bright. He leaned against the rough brick building. He had never been a fan of Kateâs, but heâd kept his mouth shut when Jacob had married her. Then heâd kept his mouth shut again when Jacob had wanted her back. It was time Jacob heard the truth about what he really thought of Kate.
As he walked through the circular door, his cell phone buzzed.
âRyan, itâs Maisie. I hope I didnât reach you at a bad time.â
Her voice was like chocolate, smooth and sweet. He would never grow tired of the sound. âWell, Iâm at the hospital.â
âThe hospital? Why?â He could hear the alarm in her voice. Maybe she did care about him.
âIâm fine. Itâs my friend, Jacob. He was driving back to Illinois and was in an accident. Iâve actually been here for the last few hours.â
âIs he okay?â
Ryan paced. âYeah, heâs hurt, but heâll heal.â
âWhat hospital?â
âCounty. He didnât get far before the crash.â
âIâm sorry.â
He licked his dry bottom lip. âThings happen. So is everything okay with you?â
âOh, yeah, I just wanted to know if I should give Lucky anymore vitamins tonight. How about you? Do you need anything?â
âNo, just pray for Jacob. And no, you donât need to give him more vitamins tonight. Start the dose tomorrow.â
âOkay. I will.â
âTalk to you later.â He disconnected and walked back inside.
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Maisie glanced at the cup holder as she drove to County Hospital. She knew from experience that the hospitalâs coffee was nasty and thought Ryan could use something better