snorted a laugh. “You must like that longhair stuff.”
“Sometimes. Depends on my mood or the situation. I prefer rock when I’m cleaning house. Keeps me moving.”
“I’ll suggest that to my housekeeper.”
“How’s your head?”
He reached for the bottle of water she’d set by his plate. “Fine.”
“No headache?”
“Nope.”
“How’s your vision?”
“Twenty-twenty.”
She rolled her eyes. “I meant, is it blurry?”
He blinked hard and opened his eyes wide, as if to test them. “Nope,” he reported. “Clear as a bell.”
“Would you like some more salad?”
He looked down and was surprised to see that he’d eaten every bite. He handed her his plate. “Why not?”
She set aside her napkin and rose.
“And put some more of that salmon on it,” he called after her. “That stuff’s not half-bad.”
When she returned, she set the plate in front of him, then opened her hand. Vince eyed the pill nesting on her palm. “What’s that?”
She took his hand and dumped the tablet on his palm. “Beats me. All I know is you’re to take one every night. Doctor’s orders.”
“You know, I’m a little sick of hearing that phrase.”
She shrugged and sat opposite him again. “You’re probably going to be sicker of hearing it by the end of the week.”
Scowling, he popped the pill in his mouth, chased it down with water. He shuddered at the bitter aftertaste it left in his mouth. “Satisfied?”
She smiled. “For now.”
By the time Vince finished his second helping of salad, his eyelids were heavy, his movements sluggish. Sally truly didn’t know what was in the pill she’d given him, but whatever it was, it obviously had the same sedative effect as the shots his doctor had given him at the hospital.
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