“Might as well. I have those two data bases to finish up, clients to bill and a phone to answer if today is anything like the rest of the week,” she said.
Luc nodded as they headed to the car. After a slow three weeks, business was ramping up. He couldn’t decide if it was linked to the weather or tax season or some totally random factor. When they got to the office, the phone was ringing and the answering machine showed five messages.
“I’ll deal with this until Kevin gets here,” said Meg who answered the call.
Luc nodded and headed for his office. His private line had eight messages. He started listening to those and writing down numbers and notes. Meg walked in five minutes later with her own list. He took it, read it and crossed three numbers off of his list.
“It is going to be busy today. Call Cal and Peter and have them come here first. They can head over to do the house work after lunch,” said Luc.
“Alright. Oh, and Angie said she’d be in today. I think she feels guilty for spending all the time with George,” said Meg.
“Women!” said Luc half joking as he rolled his eyes. He started making calls and shooed Meg out with his hand.
Meg went to her office. She got her packages ready to mail out and then settled in to work on the data bases. Working with Calc, she soon had data flying everywhere. She didn’t even notice Angie knock on the door.
“Hey! Did pregnancy make you deaf?” teased Angie as she walked into Meg’s office.
Meg looked up startled. “Oh! Angie! I didn’t hear you,” she said. She got up and hugged Angie, as she hadn’t seen her since George had fallen.
“Wow! That bump is pretty big for three months,” said Angie. “We going shopping soon?”
“Yes. As soon as Ginny gets home,” said Meg. “Then the three of us are leaving the guys to fend for themselves while we spend their money.”
“I like that idea,” said Angie.
“Figured you would. I can’t run around like this for six months,” said Meg referring to her outfit.
“It isn’t too bad. You look cute in Luc’s shirt,” said Angie.
“I may look cute, but I can’t wear this every day,” said Meg. “What’s in the bag?”
“Wondered when you were going to notice this,” said Angie. She held up a bag from the local bakery.
Meg took the bag and inside were three chocolate glazed doughnuts. “Angie, you are a saint,” she said.
“No, just smart. And before you ask, Kevin and Luc have theirs already,” she said holding up her own bag of pastries.
“Yummm!” said Meg pulling a doughnut out and biting into it. “Thish ish hebben.” Meg sat back down at her desk and Angie pulled up a chair. They both ate doughnuts until there was nothing left except sticky fingers.
“So, how are you enjoying George’s company?” Meg asked.
Angie just smiled.
“Oh no, you don’t get to just smile at me,” said Meg. “Spill the beans!”
“Okay. You told me enough about Luc when you two started dating. George is… um… very nice in bed,” she said with a smile.
“Not fair!” said Meg.
“George is sweet, gentle, considerate, attentive, and…” Angie paused. She looked to see if the door was closed, which it was. “While not hanging down to his knees, oh my god he’s got girth!” she said all in a rush.
Meg looked at Angie, who was gesturing with her hands. “And you can walk?” Meg asked.
“Amazingly, yes!” said Angie who broke into giggles. That got Meg laughing as well.
Luc stuck his head in the door, took one look at the women and retreated.
“What the hell are they laughing about?” asked Kevin as Luc headed for his office.
“Chocolate doughnuts, coffee and I suspect men were involved, but I’m not asking,” he said smiling.
“Nope! Not going there. Cal and Peter said they’d be here in fifteen minutes,” said Kevin.
“Good. I think we will need all the testosterone we can muster today,” Luc jested.
*
Saturday dawned cool and cloudless. Patrick carried the last of their luggage downstairs. Ginny was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. She was still on crutches, but Doc Rogers wouldn’t give her the go-ahead to do without them. Plus, Patrick had caught her wincing when she tried to walk. At least most of the bruises and cuts on her face had healed. Sitting out on the balcony for the last two days enjoying the sun had helped as well.
“Alright gorgeous, time to go,” said Patrick. He picked her up and carried Ginny downstairs to where Sam, Buster and Doc waited. Patrick put Ginny down and Doc handed her the crutches.
“Now don’t you forget to have that looked at by Dr. Jeff when you get home,” said Doc.
“Don’t worry. He won’t let me forget,” said Ginny pointing her finger at Patrick. “Thank you for everything Sam.”
“You’re welcome. You just get home safe and let Patrick take care of things,” said Sam.
“I will, don’t you worry. She’s stubborn, but I’m meaner,” Patrick said with a grin. He crouched to say goodbye to Buster. “Take care old man.”
Buster slowly wagged his tail and made a growling sing-song noise deep in his throat. Ginny reached over and scratched him under the jowls.
“Goodbye Sam. Bye Doc. Keep in touch. If you need us, call,” said Ginny.
“We will. Drive safe,” said Sam and Doc at the same time.
Ginny got in the Subaru and Patrick stowed her crutches in the back. They backed out and headed down the road. In the rear-view mirror, they could see Sam and Doc waving. Patrick pulled out onto the highway
“Glad to be heading home?” asked Patrick.
“Yes. I miss the kids and I want to sleep in my own bed,” said Ginny.
“What? You’ll miss waking up with Buster on the end of the bed? We could go back and get him,” teased Patrick.