Dr. Harris interrupted gently.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
Wade picked up the old vest and folded it again.
The cheerful atmosphere returned, but I noticed Dr. Harris barely spoke for the rest of the visit.
After the bikers left, I found him standing near the nurses’ station.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why did my son look so upset when you wouldn’t put on that vest?”
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He glanced toward Drew’s room.
“It’s complicated.”
“Then explain it.”
Dr. Harris hesitated.
“I used to ride with those guys. I haven’t in a long time.”
“Why?”
“Personal reasons.”
I studied him.
“Look, I appreciate everything you’ve done. But Drew’s had enough people make promises they couldn’t keep.”
His face softened.
“I understand.”
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“I’m not sure you do.”
He nodded, accepting the criticism without arguing.
“You’re right to protect him, Bridget. But I promise I’m not playing with his feelings.”
