no such thing as a purple dog,” the boy stated. “It’s my favorite color.”
Gabe chuckled and patted Bobby on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll be playing with Marty soon.” He spoke to the mother. “I think he’ll be fine, but he may have a concussion and need to stay in the hospital overnight for observation.”
Blinking, she swiped away the wetness on one cheek.
“I’ll see that you’re taken care of. Don’t worry,” Gabe assured her.
Seconds later the emergency medical techs arrived. They relieved Zoe and she stood. Her hands were a mess and one of the techs handed her a wet towel to clean them.
Gabe had been tender with Bobby, even able to distract him, which was a talent in itself. He showed promise at being a good father. Caring concern was every bit as evident in his interaction with the boy and mother as it had been during the night they had shared. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to accept him as part of her and the baby’s life. If he was truly serious about it. Her fear was that when reality set in he might change his mind. Right now, he was just being noble.
Gabe was busy giving the EMTs a report about what had happened when Zoe found her bag and headed to the nearest restroom to wash her hands. When she came out, Gabe stood nearby.
She checked her watch and shook her head. “I have to go. It’s almost time for my plane. I have to get home.”
He didn’t look pleased with her putting him off once again. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay.” She pulled a card from her purse and handed it to him. “My phone number is on it. ’Bye, Gabe.”
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