How was she going to talk Carlos out of going to her appointment with her? No possible excuse she could come up with was going to hold. The point was, he was going to go whether she wanted him to or not. He was going to drive her in her own damn car if she refused to get in his. And no matter what, she knew it was the right thing to do. After all, she’d gone through the surgery without having told anyone only to find him by her bedside. He’d given up everything in his life to take care of her—she owed him that much, to let him go and ask his own questions. Besides, it would be good to have more than one set of ears listening to what they had to tell her. She finished as much of her breakfast as she could. Her nerves twisted her stomach. With a gulp of her cold coffee, she took her medicine and then lay back down on her bed. Already she was exhausted. He’d be here in two hours. She had plenty of time to take a nap before she showered and got ready. “Maddie!” She heard her name called in her quiet house.
