Page 8 of The Best of Friends

David leaned close. “See? If there was a dog here, you’d be really impressed.”

Jayne accidentally chuckled, then wished she hadn’t as it jiggled her arm. “Ow. Stop it. David doesn’t visit very often. I don’t really know him.”

“But she’s pined after me for years,” David said. “It’s a curse. It happens everywhere I go.”

Jayne told herself he was kidding. The man had a sense of humor—something she hadn’t noticed before. Probably because she’d been too busy gazing from afar to listen to actual words.

Katie crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not all that.”

“You said I was mentionable. You can’t have it both ways.”

Katie grinned. “I like him.” She glanced back at David. “You’re not gay, are you?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not a bad thing. Usually the good-looking ones are gay.” Katie picked up Jayne’s injured wrist and clucked her tongue. “You’re not coming to work with that.”

“I know.”

“I’d say four weeks off, at least. Then light duty. Lucky you.”

Staying home by herself for a month wasn’t Jayne’s idea of a good time. No doubt Elizabeth would find plenty to keep her busy. Again, not good news. At least with Rebecca in town, she could do the lunch thing.

“I would rather take it all back and be whole,” she said with a sigh.

“And you will be.” Katie leaned over and hugged her gently. “I have to report back that you’re doing okay, and I’m only on break, so I need to run.” She glanced at David. “I can trust you, right?”

“No, but don’t tell anyone.”

Katie grinned.

“See,” David said as Katie left. “She likes me.” He leaned back in his chair. “Where do you work?”

“Across the parking lot at the breast center. I’m a radiology nurse. We do…” She narrowed her gaze as she saw he was no longer listening. “Stop it.”

“What?”

“I said breast center, and you went somewhere else.”

“I did not.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“Define gross.”

“You’re picturing a bunch of topless women running around.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “Maybe.”

“We do medical procedures. This is serious stuff.”

“Do they need any part-time help?”

She eased her cast onto her belly, then closed her eyes. “You’re such a guy.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am. You’re usually more proper. No, that’s not the right word. Formal.” She opened her eyes. “Serious.”