"Huh," she thinks, "I bet I could reprogram his car so it'd flirt with him, bet he'd like that. Specially if sometimes the car, just once in a long while, said something snarky to him. Or something really dirty. He seems like the kind of guy who likes a smartass woman." .... it's a quick trip to the hospital. And Bud.
It's good to hold him, it's comforting. "Missed you," she mumbled against Bud's neck. "N'I got something I shoulda said before." She almost-but-not-quite shuffles her feet in embarrassment. "I know you were running to open the door, an' that's how you fell an' got hurt. N' I'm so sorry, Bud. I just didn't think you'd be home or I'd have rung the bell."







