Second-Time Lucky

However, he seemed older, Caileen acknowledged. He’d taken on the responsibility of protecting his younger cousins—step-cousins actually—last year and had cared for them with no outside help for months.

She glanced at Jeff, who silently observed the exchange. He was a person who didn’t duck his responsibility to his family, either. Like uncle, like nephew?

For a second, she wished her child would find someone like Jeremy to date. And for a second longer, she wished she’d found someone like Jeff when she was nineteen and idealistic…

The doctor came in just then. “Mrs. Peters?”

She stood. “Yes?”

A large warm hand found hers. She glanced at Jeff, who’d also risen and was standing beside her. She stared at the surgeon in dread.

“Zia is fine. She’s weak from the loss of blood, but she’s young and healthy. She’ll be ready to go home in the morning. I don’t expect any complications.”

Caileen nodded. She realized she was squeezing the life out of Jeff’s hand and let go, embarrassed at clinging to him as if she were one of those neurotic TV mothers.

The doctor glanced at Sammy. “There’s a policeman in the lobby wanting a statement from you.”

Going pale, Sammy rose and hurried down the corridor to the main lobby.

“Thanks to both of you for coming in,” the doctor continued, his eyes on Jeff and Jeremy.

“It was no trouble,” Jeff assured him.

“Yeah, but next time tell the nurse not to use that rusty needle,” Jeremy quipped, giving his bandaged arm a pained glance.

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