Jezebel blinked coyly at her. “Yeah, that look doesn’t work on me like it does Ryder. He’ll be looking after you from now on.” Sliding around Dee’s ankles, Jezebel purred. “You won’t be the only one purring at that news. There are a few women waiting for him to stick his nose outside that door.” They also knew he was a lot better, that was evidence by the messages she’d taken for him. There was an impressive little stack of messages by the phone, not to mention the basket of homemade biscuits from Rachel, a box of cupcakes that looked to be made by the bakery but were delivered by Yvonne, a casserole in the ‘fridge sent by Beth, and assorted dishes and cakes and anything else to tempt a handsome paramedic’s belly from other women in Gully’s Fall - some friends, others wishing they were more, and some who had definitely been more than friends. That was in addition to the various goodies sent by Del, Molly and Ash. Simon had delivered a stack of motorbike magazines and stayed to chat with Ryder several times. Scott and Kirk had rung numerous times to talk to him when he was able, and to check on his well-being with Dee. Moira had called in but apart from saying hello to Ryder while standing at the bedroom door with a handkerchief over her nose, she hadn’t ventured any further into the germ-ridden room.
