“She dropped her work shears. "He what?" "It's nothing and he's okay." "Nothing!" "He ran into the curb and all he did was puncture the tire." Her breathing shallow, Natalie gasped, "What happened?" "He swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel." "Great! Better to hit the squirrel than to kill himself in an accident." "But Natalie, he's all right. I'm heading out there and Steve's going to leave the office for a minute to go and change the tire." "I should go." "No, you stay here." Sarah was walking b...ack to the shop, Natalie following. The outside air was brisk with a bite to it. Once inside the cozy store, Natalie was picking up the phone. "Don't you call him," Sarah cautioned, her eyes sending a warning glare. "I promised him you wouldn't." "Well, I like that." Natalie set the receiver down. "He's driving my company van, and he's in an accident, and I'm concerned." "He said you'd mother him and he wasn't in the mood." Natalie was vaguely affronted and would have debated the issue if there hadn't been a modicum of truth to it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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