Anna Sugden - A Perfect Trade

The E.R. staff still hadn’t called Harry’s children through by the time Jenny returned, an hour later. A fact that Irving had complained about loudly every fifteen minutes.

Jenny spoke briefly to the pair, then joined Tru and his mom. Her mouth was set in a grim line as they walked out to the parking lot, and there were shadows under her blue eyes. Despite her stiff spine, an air of vulnerability surrounded her, making her seem fragile.

“Thank you for waiting,” she said wearily, as Tru drove out of the parking lot. “I’m sorry that took longer than expected. They let me see Harry for a few moments while they got him settled in his room.”

“No problem.” Tru pulled out onto the main road. “How’s he doing?”

“No change.” She sighed. “They don’t know why he hasn’t woken up, but everything seems to be working okay and the scans don’t show any major damage.”

“The body heals in its own time. Give it a few days and see how things look then.” He added lightly, “He’s probably playing possum to avoid his kids.”

“That would be just like him.” Jenny managed a half smile. “In the meantime, I’ll have to deal with Felicia and Irving. She’s always more needy and demanding when Harry’s not around. Irving hangs around the office, sticking his nose into everything and generally being a pain in the ass.”

“If you need help handling them, I can round up a posse of Ice Cats.”

“I may take you up on that.”

The rest of the drive wasn’t as tense as the trip to the hospital had been. Still, as they got closer to Jenny’s house, he sensed that barrier rebuilding around her.

By the time he pulled into her drive, Jenny was back to her normal, distant self.

“Would you like to come in for a coffee?” Her polite invitation was wooden.

“I should get Mom home.”

His mom frowned at his abrupt tone. “Will you be okay, Jenny?”

“Sure. Thanks again for your help today.”

“No need for thanks. That’s what friends do, look after each other.”

“Still, I appreciate it, Karina.” Jenny shot Tru a look with a message that needed no translation. He wasn’t her friend and she didn’t need or want his help.

“Don’t forget your shopping.” His mom held out a white plastic bag.

“Oh...yes...thanks,” Jenny stuttered and flushed.

Tru was relieved to pull back out of Jenny’s driveway and head home.

He hadn’t gone far when he noticed his mom’s pensive expression. “What’s up, Ma?”

“Nothing really.”

“Come on, something’s clearly on your mind.”

“I just wondered why Jenny would need pregnancy vitamins.”

* * *

“TRUMAN JELINEK CALLED again to find out how Mr. Sturridge was doing.”

Jenny tried to hide her surprise from the nurse. “How thoughtful.”

“He seems like a nice guy. You’d never guess he played hockey. Anyway, I told him there had been no change.”

“Thanks.” Jenny smiled then headed to Harry’s room.

She was relieved when the nurse turned back to her charts, instead of accompanying her. The last thing Jenny needed was a discussion about how nice Tru was.

Jenny hadn’t seen Tru in the ten days since Harry’s stroke. She felt guilty that she hadn’t made an effort to thank Tru properly for what he’d done. She couldn’t have got through those horrible hours without his help. His calm presence and steady support had been crucial. The doctors had been clear, too, that Tru’s fast action had meant Harry had minimal brain damage, improving his chances of recovery.

She owed Tru a huge debt of gratitude. How she repaid him was another matter, especially without seeing or speaking to him. Perhaps Hallmark had a suitable card.

Jenny rolled her eyes. Stress had clearly taken its toll on her sanity.

Aware that time alone with Harry was limited—his children visited every day—she slid her chair closer to his bed. He looked surprisingly well, as if he was asleep. His color was bright, with none of the pallor she saw in other bedridden patients. She almost expected him to open his eyes and demand to know when his next appointment was.

If only he would. The longer this went on, the more Jenny worried he would never regain consciousness. She couldn’t bear the thought.

“Come on, Harry,” she pleaded softly. “Enough’s enough. Time to wake up.”

Was that a hitch in his breathing?

Jenny’s gaze flew to the monitors at the head of his bed.

Nothing. Not even a tiny blip.

She looked back at his barrel chest, covered in a blue hospital gown. The steady rise and fall continued unabated. Must have been her imagination.

More like wishful thinking.

“If you don’t stop playing possum, I’ll start taking advantage. Do you really want me to play online bingo on your dime?”

Her mock threat didn’t have the desired effect. She hadn’t expected it to. Still... A shiver went through her as she wondered what would happen to her if he didn’t recover.

Don’t borrow trouble. She could count on Harry. Unlike other men in her life, he’d never let her down.

In a few days, she’d take her pregnancy test. He had to be awake for that—whichever way the result went.

Looking at her flat belly, Jenny wondered for the millionth time whether the embryo was still in her womb. She kept waiting to feel different. Not that she knew what it felt like to be pregnant, but figured she should feel something. Feeling nothing couldn’t be a good sign.

She swallowed hard and took Harry’s hand. “You can play hooky today, but tomorrow I expect to see you awake and giving the nurses a hard time.” Her voice cracked.

Clearing her throat, she pulled a newspaper and some magazines out of her bag. “So, to update you on last night’s second round play-off games, Buffalo topped Detroit in Game 3, 4–2. The Wings still lead the series, though. St. Louis took Minnesota to overtime, then beat them 4–3. That puts them up by a game over the Wild.”

Jenny read Harry the game reports, then told him the rest of the sports scores. When a twelfth inning Yankees win over the Red Sox didn’t elicit a response, she knew he wouldn’t be waking up today.

She sighed and moved on to a supermarket scandal sheet. “Now, your favorite, the latest celebrity gossip.”

Jenny had barely finished reading him the first article when a nurse warned that Harry’s children were on their way.

“Thanks for the heads-up, Dana. I’ll come back later.”

Jenny had avoided Felicia and Irving on her visits, thanks to the help of the nursing staff. She hadn’t been so lucky at work. Irving had become an almost permanent fixture, spending endless hours in Harry’s office. At least he pretty much ignored Jenny. Meanwhile, Felicia was so nervous about making even the smallest decisions for her father that she checked endlessly with Jenny about everything from which flowers to order for the house to which engagements to cancel.

Jenny stuffed the magazines into her bag and rose. “I’ll drop by this evening.”

She smoothed his covers then leaned over to stroke his hair. Lingering for a moment, she murmured, “Hurry up and get well. I have a feeling I’m going to need you.”

“For God’s sake. Why don’t you climb into bed with him?”

Anger shot through her; Irving’s crude comment scraped an already raw spot.

She deliberately took her time straightening, knowing it would infuriate Harry’s son. When she finally turned to face Irving, his lips were pinched with irritation. Felicia hovered in the background, looking as if she’d rather be anywhere else.

“This is a hospital. There are rules about that.” Jenny flicked her hair over her shoulder. “You might get turned on by a public sexual display, but I prefer privacy.”