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“What did you do?”
I shrugged and finished my beer. “No fucking clue, Harlyn.”
“Then why did she leave?”
“Because I asked her to.”
Harlyn’s jaw dropped. “You asked Mave to leave?”
I nodded and grabbed a handful of chips.
“And you’re just sitting here like you didn’t just have the best thing ever leave.” She closed her eyes. “I knew you were going to mess this up.”
“She was my personal nurse, Harlyn. There wasn’t anything there. We weren’t anything to mess up.” There was a fuck-ton there, but obviously none of that had mattered to Mave.
Mave had made sure of that when she had shut me out.
“She didn’t say anything to you?”
I had gone over this shit with Harlyn three times already, and I was tired opening up the wound. “I told you what she said, Harlyn.”
“Which was nothing.”
“Basically,” I grunted.
“Well, hell,” she sighed. “I really thought Mave was going to stick around.”
“You and me both.” I wheeled over to the fridge and grabbed another beer.
“So you’re just going to drink beer and not try to figure out how to fix things?” Harlyn stormed into the kitchen and slammed the fridge shut. “You need to go fix this, Dad.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “That’s not gonna happen, Harlyn.”
“Then what are you going to do?” she demanded.
I popped open the top of the beer and downed half of it. “Stay drunk all weekend, meet my new nurse Monday, and then start physical therapy Tuesday.” I was bound and determined to get back to normal. The doctor had been slightly concerned about starting therapy this coming week, but I needed to get going. It had been close to three weeks since the accident.
Getting out of the house that had memories with Mave was my number one priority. As soon as I got out of the house and back on the road with the crew, I would forget about her.
At least, that was what I hoped for.