Her Last Goodbye (Morgan Dane Book 2)(75)

Brody and two patrol cars arrived at the house just before Morgan left. She gave Brody an abbreviated statement and left him to his investigation. When she was finally ready to go to the hospital, her hands trembled on the steering wheel of Grandpa’s Lincoln Town Car. She blasted the heat for the entire drive but was still shaking when she parked her car in the emergency lot. Stella was waiting outside a cubicle in the ER hallway.

“How is he?” Morgan unzipped her coat.

“His vitals are strong,” Stella began. “But his leg is badly broken. He’s going to need surgery to repair it. Do you have a list of his medications?”

“I do.” Morgan opened her tote bag and unzipped the side pouch. She withdrew a notecard. She kept several printed copies in her bag and a backup note in her phone. Grandpa usually carried a copy in his wallet, which he hadn’t had on him in the middle of the night. Stella walked the card to the nurses’ station and handed it to the doctor.

“Is he going to be OK?” Morgan asked when her sister returned.

“The surgery will be hard on him at his age, but he’s tough.” Stella chewed on a nail. “And we really don’t have any options.”

A nurse emerged through the sliding glass door. “We’re going to take him upstairs in a few minutes. Do you want to see him first?”

Morgan and Stella went to his bed. Morgan did not allow herself a reaction. Grandpa lay surrounded by beeping monitors and dripping IVs. He looked as if he’d shrunk. Just a few months ago, before his blood pressure had suddenly spiked, he’d been a robust, active man. The sheer stillness of his body shocked Morgan.

He opened his eyes and held out a hand. “My girls.”

They went to his side. Morgan took his hand, taking comfort that his grip was strong despite his obvious frailty.

“I called Peyton and Ian,” Stella said. “They’re both going to come as soon as they can.”

“No need for them to travel all this way,” Grandpa rasped. “The surgery will be over before either one of them can get here.”

“That’s not the point.” Morgan gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “We all love you.”

Peyton and Ian hadn’t been around much in the past few years, but that didn’t mean they loved him less.

“I love you too, but don’t look all glum,” he ordered. “I’m not ready to die yet. I have things to do.”

The nurse tapped on the door frame. “We’re going to take him up now.”

Morgan and Stella each gave him a kiss on the cheek before retreating to the hallway. They followed posted directions to the surgical waiting room.

In the small, ugly mauve room, Stella made a cup of coffee on a pod machine in the corner. “He’s tough. Try not to worry too much.”

“I know.” Morgan would rather talk about anything except the surgery. And silence amplified her worry. “When are Peyton and Ian coming?”

“I don’t know. Peyton checked for flights, but they were all full. She’s going to get on the standby list.” Stella sank into a plastic chair. “I left a message for Ian.”

“He must be working. It’s not like he can return a call when he’s busy with a hostage situation or serving a high-risk warrant.”

“He should visit more.” Stella lifted her Styrofoam cup. “Want one?”

Morgan shook her head. Her stomach was roiling from the earlier adrenaline dump. “He should be thinking about settling down. As far as I know, he doesn’t even have a steady girlfriend. Or a plant.”

“He will, as soon as he’s done with SWAT.” Stella sipped her coffee and made a face. “You were ready to settle down young. The rest of us took longer to mature.”

“Does that mean you’re settling down?” Morgan asked. The night seemed surreal. Too many shocks for her brain to absorb. She wanted normal for a little while, even if it was just an ordinary conversation. “My kids could use some cousins.”

Stella choked on her coffee. “I’m not that settled yet. Please. Mac and I have only been living together for a few months.”

“But you’ve thought about it?”

“Of course I’ve thought about having kids in the future. Keyword: future. Could you imagine having a few mini-Mac wild boys running around? Any kids Mac fathers are guaranteed to be a handful.”

“But adorable.”

“Yeah.” Stella’s sigh was just a little wistful. “That too.”

They distracted themselves with more inane small talk until Brody walked in a short while later.

“Any news?” he asked.

Stella updated him. “We’re waiting. What did you find out about the break-in?”