“Being involved with a woman from a huge Catholic family can be a nightmare.” Dr. Drayson’s intelligent eyes laughed at Jacob. “Listen, they need to keep Katy overnight. They wanted me to ask because you are paying cash. She’ll also need follow-up treatment. A lot of follow-up treatment. Are you all right with that?”
“Of course,” Jacob said. “Whatever she needs.”
“Good,” Dr. Drayson said. “I take Irish Breakfast tea with a spot of steamed milk. And a sweet.”
“Anything chocolate works. This hospital’s food is particularly bad. I know because I’ve picked up call at every hospital around Denver. Have to pay my historic restoration contractor.”
“Your contractor has large hospital bills and appreciates your diligence in payment.”
Dr. Drayson laughed. “You might want to get dinner.”
Jacob and Steve watched Dr. Drayson walk into the hospital. Turning to Steve, Jacob said, “Beer?”
“Pasquini’s is close. You paying?”
“Sure,” Jacob said.
“Then let’s take the Brit’s suggestion and have dinner,” Steve said. “They won’t miss us. By the time we get back, they should have settled down a little bit.”
“We’ll get them dinner too?” Jacob asked.
“Shit, you’re paying,” Steve said.
Jill noticed Jacob leave with the administrative woman. She kept one eye on the door, hoping to see him come back. But he hadn’t come back. After an hour passed, she knew he had left her.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” Jill said.
“I’ll go with you, Jilly,” Candy said.
“I think I need to be alone,” Jill said. “Thanks.”
“You sure?” Candy’s worried face said more than she would ever speak.
Jill nodded. Jill found a single-toilet restroom and locked herself inside. Sitting on the toilet, she reviewed the day. She couldn’t remember when she’d had a better time — at the zoo or anywhere. She bit her lip, wishing she had kissed Jacob earlier. She wanted to … thought about it … but it was … what did he call it? Right. A non-date.
Then all of this.
She would leave too. God.
Pulling up her underwear, she noticed she was wearing the pretty slip of lace Tanesha gave her for the engagement party. Sandy was right. She had hoped Jacob would take the beautiful panties off her. Not after all of this …
Jill was brushing her hair when she realized that she hadn’t thought about paying for Katy’s care. Her usual focus on the bottom line had slipped in her distress over Katy. Leaning forward to wipe the mascara smudges from under her eyes, Jill furrowed her eyebrows.
Did Jacob give that woman a credit card? Why would he do that? Katy wasn’t his child, and he certainly didn’t owe Jill anything. She nodded to herself in the mirror. Time to face the music.
Squaring her shoulders, Jill washed her hands and went to find that administrative woman. Jill clutched her chest when she heard that Jacob had settled everything and taken full responsibility for Katy. The woman looked Jill up and down. With a raised eyebrow to speak her opinion, the woman asked Jill exactly what was her financial arrangement with Mr. Marlowe. Flushing at the woman’s implication that she was a prostitute, Jill backed into Dr. Drayson.
“Katy would like to see you,” he said.
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1 continues tomorrow…
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