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things.” He reached to the controls and moved the bed back to a sitting position.
    When she reached for the control again, he shook his head. “Stop. You aren’t my mother. You can’t tell me what to do.”
    “I can call your mother if I need to.” Destiny picked up her phone. “Are you going to make me use my trump card?”
    “Can we just compromise here? I’ve got a couple things I have to review and answer, but then I’ll shut the computer down for the day. And tomorrow, I’ll only work for two hours.”
    “One hour a day max this week. Like it or not, your body is healing. And you’re on major pain meds. Making business decisions is not a great idea right now.”
    She had a point there. He was already feeling fuzzy after just fifteen minutes of the pile of work that waited for him. “Give me a minute to approve this proposal and I’ll shut down for the day. After telling Tina if she needs me to put an URGENT in the subject line.”
    “Tm not happy with the idea, but I guess I can live with it.” Destiny nodded at the bed. “But ten minutes and that puppy goes back down to flat.
    His eyes narrowed and he swallowed back the first response on his lips. Instead, he turned his attention back to the screen and said a quick, “Yes, ma’am.”

CHAPTER 4
     
    Destiny already had Brad’s doctor’s office on the phone before she reached the kitchen. After being placed on hold, she picked up a cookie, but the nurse came on the line faster than she’d ever experienced. Must be the power of the Castle name. Swallowing the bite of cookie, she explained Brad’s actions to the nurse who assured her that a little elevation wouldn’t strain the back, as long as he stayed laying down for most of the day. “I’m sure he’s bored out of his mind. Let him work as long as it’s just answering emails.”
    She thanked the nurse, then re-read the chart she’d been provided. She didn’t totally agree with either his nurse or Brad’s own summary of his abilities. She’d let him have the hour, but no longer. And just like therapy, he’d have a mandatory rest period afterward. The guy was banged up pretty bad. He needed to remember that instead of thinking he’d be able to return to his normal life, just because he’d returned home.
    Destiny finished her cookie. If she didn’t watch it, she was going to have to diet after leaving this assignment. Maggie was sending over lunch, dinner, and items for breakfast and snacks. The kitchen held enough food to feed a family, especially since she sent several choices in case Brad wasn’t feeling up to eating a full meal.  Destiny had already frozen several quarts of soup for him to defrost and warm up later, after she moved on.
    The kitchen sometimes confused her. Destiny didn’t know how to do much more than boil water but she craved a room like this. Someday she’d have the kitchen and the time to learn to cook. Grammy Nelson had left her a family cookbook when she’d passed. Destiny had it on her kitchen shelf, more as a decoration than anything else. Not for the first time since she’d moved to St. Joseph’s, she wished her life could be different.
    “If wishes were horses, all beggars would ride” had been one of Grammy’s favorite sayings. And Destiny knew it was appropriate here. If she wanted a different life, she was going to have to work for it not just wish it into being.
    Her phone rang, startling her. It was probably Brad with one request or another. She didn’t look at Caller ID when she answered. “What can I help you with?”
    “Destiny Brooks?” The male voice on the other end was certainly not Brad.
    She wasn’t expecting a call, and as far as she remembered, she wasn’t late on any bills. What could this be regarding. “Yes, this is she.”
    “I was wondering if we could meet over lunch tomorrow. I have a stopover in Coeur d’Alene on a trip to Seattle and I wanted to talk to you about joining my team. I understand you may be looking for