“You’re worried.”
“Worried and frustrated. When Dad had his stroke, the doctors weren’t sure he’d live. When he survived, they weren’t sure how much neurological damage there’d be. Now, he’s on the verge of getting back his independence, but instead of pushing for it, he’s complaining. Taking care of someone or something else might be just what he needs.”
“Do you think he’d agree to it?”
“If I ask him? No. If you ask him? Maybe.”
“Then I guess I’ll ask him. When’s a good time to stop by?”
“Any time you want. Dad doesn’t leave the house except for physical therapy sessions. And even that’s a struggle.”
It sounded like things were a lot worse than Cade was letting on. Piper worried her lower lip, tried to think through her schedule over the next few days. “How about tomorrow evening?”
“That should work.”
“Should I invent an excuse for stopping by?”
“We’re friends. You don’t need any other excuse.”
Friends. Good, that’s exactly what Piper wanted to be, that’s all she wanted to be. She’d spent too many years dating men who were more interested in themselves than in her; too many years looking for that elusive dream—soul mate, perfect match, one and only. They were all the same, and none of them existed.
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