CHAPTER 21
A BIZARRE SENSE of déjà vu overcame me as I lay in a hospital cubicle waiting for the results of my X-rays. Had I broken something this time? I had a horrible feeling the answer would be yes.
At least today I didn’t have to wait so long to get seen. When I damaged my wrist before, I’d sat on one of those hard plastic chairs for hours before someone came to help.
Today, Oliver had made a phone call and a doctor materialised almost immediately. At least the asshole was good for something other than s*x and, well, lawyering.
Not that he hung around. When Dr. Beech wheeled me back to a cubicle after my X-rays, Oliver was nowhere in sight, but Imogen had arrived and somehow convinced the staff to let her through.
She leapt up the instant she saw me. “Are you okay? Did you break
