Cathy Thacker - Lone Star Baby

Violet wasn’t surprised to hear Gavin admit that. He was compassionate, as well as practical and forthright, down to his very soul.

She was surprised, however, to see him look so personally affected. He’d never been one to lust after having kids, the way some guys his age did. Yet in this particular instant, she could almost swear he’d started to want a family as much as she once had with Sterling.

Only, that part of her relationship with him hadn’t worked out, either, she thought as her cell phone vibrated.

She looked at the screen and frowned.

“Problem?”

“I need to go back to the hospital. Carlson Willoughby and his wife are asking to speak to me.”

* * *

“WE NEED MORE information before we’ll be able to say for certain what’s going on,” Violet told the senior couple forty-five minutes later when she joined them in Carlson’s hospital room.

“But some of the results are in, aren’t they?” Wanda asked, wringing her hands. Today’s tracksuit was a daffodil yellow, with white racing stripes running up the sides of the pants and sleeves. “I heard some of the nurses talking...”

Violet glanced over at her patient. He looked tired and washed-out. The stress of the tests had definitely taken a toll on the eighty-two-year-old. “We’re still waiting for the radiologist’s report on the X-rays that were done today, but we do have the blood work.”

“And?” Wanda asked.

Violet consulted the chart. “Some of the numbers—white count and calcium, for instance—are up.”

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