“Isn’t that your friend from San Francisco?” Dad asked Chris as she moved away. She heard them talking as she opened the door of the refrigerator. What could she make?

She studied the contents. Well, it didn’t have to be gourmet. She found some ham and eggs. Surely Mom had an onion. She slid open the crisper drawer. Yup. Denver sandwiches. Perfect.

She kicked off her high-heeled pumps and busied herself chopping onions, whisking eggs, toasting bread, keeping her hands busy so the adrenaline rush of energy had somewhere to go. Otherwise she might have just collapsed into a heap of overwrought emotions on the kitchen floor.

Her mother’s kitchen was as familiar to her as her own—no, probably more familiar, given she’d only moved into the condo two weeks ago. She easily found utensils, a skillet, plates to serve the sandwiches on. As she was assembling bread and omelets, Chris appeared.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He curved his hand around the nape of her neck and kissed her.

“I think so.” Then tears puddled in her eyes and she set down the knife and turned into Chris’s arms. “I was so scared.”

He wrapped her up in his arms and she let the tears soak the shoulder of his dress shirt. He was still dressed in work clothes, as was she. “Did you talk to Dag?” she asked with a sniffle.

“Yeah. I told him what happened. He asked if there’s anything he can do, and said to give you a hug from him.”

“Aw. Thanks. I feel bad deserting him.”

“I told him to hang out at our place if he wants and we’ll be home later.”

She lifted her head and peered up at him. “Chris…this is weird. Isn’t it?”

“What? You mean Dag and…us?”

“Yes.”

Chris pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to frame her face. “Some might think so. Does it feel wrong to you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Me either.” He pressed her face to his chest again. “I don’t know why. I don’t really want to analyze it. Let’s just enjoy it. While he’s here.”

“He’s not going to stay. Is he?”

“I don’t know.”

She wanted to talk about it, but clearly Chris didn’t, and anyway, this was not the time. Stepping out of his arms, she turned back to the counter, and in a moment had sandwiches on plates, which they carried into the living room. They ate, sitting on the couch, her dad looking a little more like himself.

“I just checked on your mom,” he said. “She’s sleeping.”

“That’s good.” She took a bite of her sandwich, chewed and swallowed, not really tasting it. “It’s good that it’s the weekend and you’ll be here to help her.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “This is a good sandwich, Kassie.”

She smiled at his old nickname for her. “Thanks.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do Monday.” He frowned. “I have an out-of-town trip next week.”

“Can you cancel it?”

Her dad was corporate counsel for Palladium Bank.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, then, I’ll come stay with Mom.”

“You need to work.”

“We have family sick days we can use. I’ve never used any.” Except they had this big new project they were working on, and already she felt guilty at running out today and leaving everyone in the lurch. If she had to take a few days off, that would screw things up for the whole team.

“That would be great, honey.”

She smiled reassuringly at her dad. Of course she’d be there to help them. “And I’ll call Hailey. Maybe she can take a turn.”

As if. She’d have to tell Hailey what had happened. Hailey wasn’t exactly the nurturing type, but maybe she’d come through in a pinch. Maybe she’d look after Mom during the day, since her bartending job was at night, and Kassidy could come in the evenings. That would be fair.

“I’ll text her,” she said. “She needs to know what happened.” She didn’t question her dad about why he hadn’t called Hailey, but instead had called Chris. She quickly thumbed in a message then tossed her phone back in her purse.

She did the dishes, tidied up the kitchen and spent a few minutes with her mom, a bit groggy from all the meds. “Sure you’re okay, Dad?” she asked before she and Chris left. “Call if you need anything, okay?”

“We’ll be fine,” he said. He hugged her and she breathed in his familiar aftershave, the same kind she and Hailey used to buy him for Father’s Day years ago.

“I’ll come by tomorrow,” she promised.

He shook his head, smiling. “You don’t need to, but I know I can’t stop you.”

She smiled too. “Nope.”

“Some idiot apparently went through a red light.”

Dag sat on the brown leather couch in Kassidy and Chris’s living room. They’d just gotten back from Kassidy’s parents’ home after getting her mom home from the hospital.

“She’s okay, though?” Dag asked. Kassidy flopped down into a chair across from him, dressed in a narrow white skirt and silky pink-and-mauve-flowered blouse.

“She’s in a lot of pain,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “But it could be worse.” With sigh, she pulled her telephone out of her purse, flipped it open to check it, snapped it shut. “I thought Hailey might have texted back. I guess she’s working.”

“She doesn’t know?”

Kassidy shook her head. “My dad just called Chris, and he came and got me.” She gave him a tight little smile. “Hailey and my parents don’t get along that well, so I guess she wasn’t the first person he thought of.”

Huh. He knew Kassidy and Hailey were different, but this was pretty serious. Ah well. Families. He knew only too well how screwed up they could be.

“You look exhausted,” Dag said, studying her.

“Thanks.” Her wry smile tugged at something inside him.

Chris appeared in the living room, having headed straight to the bedroom to change out of his suit and tie. Now he wore a pair of loose knee-length gym shorts and a baggy T-shirt.

“Hey, sweetie,” he said. “How’re you doing?” He sat on the padded arm of the chair she sat in and stroked a hand over her hair.

“I’m okay.” She sent him a tired smile then pushed herself up out of the chair. “I should go change too.” As she walked out, she asked over her shoulder, “Did you eat, Dag?”

“Yeah. I picked up a sandwich.”

Chris took Kassidy’s place in the chair. “Holy shit. That was scary.”

“Yeah. Sorry, man. I don’t know Kassidy’s mom, but that’s really shitty.”

“She’s a nice lady,” Chris said. “Seeing her like that…” He shook his head. “I need a beer. You?”

“Sure.”

They sat and drank beer together, Chris filling him on more details of the accident until Kassidy returned dressed in a pair of sweatpants rolled up to her knees and a gray T-shirt. Her breasts jiggled softly without a bra beneath the thin cotton, momentarily distracting Dag from the fatigue evident on her face.

Dag found himself strangely disturbed by seeing her so distracted and upset. He wanted to do something about that, something to help, but he felt…helpless.

She was Chris’s girlfriend, so he hesitated to butt in. But they were friends too. She stood there, staring into space, rubbing the back of her neck.

“C’mere,” he said softly, holding a hand out to her. She looked at him and blinked but moved toward him. He took her hand and pulled her down, then pressed her shoulders so she sat on the floor at his feet. He started massaging her shoulders, the muscles tight over her fine bones.

“Oh,” she said on a whoosh of breath. “That feels good.”

“I’m told I’m pretty good at this,” Dag said, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth as he worked at her shoulders.

Her head nodded forward and he pressed with fingers and thumbs, finding all the taut bands and knots, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. Warmth spread through his chest.

He glanced up at Chris, who watched, and their eyes met. Chris gave a crooked smile, eyes warm, and Dag returned it and continued massaging, working his way down between her shoulder blades then back up. She was so little.