If he found out she had no one to call, he might not release her. It was kind of him to worry about her, but there was really no need. Once she got back to the condo and surrounded herself with Alanâs things, sheâd be perfectly fine.
* * *
Jill was at her desk in the Criminal Courts Building, going over a brief. There really hadnât been any reason to come in on a Saturday, but after sheâd stopped to see Neil at the hospital, she hadnât felt like going back to the house. There was always work she could do at the office. Her caseload was heavy and that was exactly the way she liked it. Work kept her from thinking about Neil and what her life would be like if the transplant failed.
A familiar voice floated in from the hallway, and Jill began to smile. She recognized the trace of a Texas drawl that had never been completely erased by twelve years in Minnesota.
âDoug? Doug Lake?â Jill got up from the desk and poked her head out the door. And then she saw him, her favorite cop on the Minneapolis force.
âHey, Jill!â Doug grinned from ear to ear. He was a tall, lanky man with sandy hair that always looked tousled, more at home in blue jeans and a checkered shirt than in the business suit he was wearing. âLong time no see. Howâs it going Mrs. Assistant District Attorney?â
âJust fine, Mr. Lead Sergeant Detective.â Jill grinned back. Sheâd met Doug when sheâd first come to work at the district attorneyâs office. Heâd been a rookie working crowd control, part of the small equestrian unit, and sheâd been the youngest lawyer in the office, at the very bottom of the pecking order. Jillâs boss had assigned Dougâs case to her. A drunk had thrown a bottle at his horse. The drunk had gotten a fine and a considerable amount of jail time; Doug and Jill had been friends ever since.
âThey told me about your husband.â Dougâs grin disappeared, and he looked very sympathetic. âIâm really sorry, Jill.â
Jill nodded. âMe, too. I just hope the transplant works.â
âWhen will they know?â
âAt two oâclock tomorrow.â Jill clasped her hands behind her back. They were starting to tremble. âThe doctorâs taking off the bandages to check.â
âDo you have someone to go to the hospital with you?â Doug still looked concerned. âI can switch my schedule if you need me.â
âThanks, but Iâll be just fine.â Jill was surprised by the offer. She knew how difficult it was for him to switch schedules. He would have to call in a favor to get someone to cover his shift.
âHere.â Doug scribbled a number on a card and handed it to her. âYou shouldnât be alone at a time like this. Thatâs my home number. Call me if you need to talk.â
Jill tucked the card into her pocket and nodded. âThank you. I really appreciate it.â
âHey, no problem. What are friends for? Let me know how it goes, okay?â
âIâll do that.â Jill nodded, and just then the receptionist motioned to Doug.
âGotta go. Iâve got an appointment with Hayes, and itâs not smart to keep the big man waiting.â Doug grinned at her. âI get off at eight. Call me anytime after that.â
As Jill watched him stride down the hall, she felt much better. Sheâd shared an occasional lunch with Doug, and theyâd worked together on several cases, but she hadnât realized that he thought of her as a friend. She knew very little about his personal life, only a few things about his professional one. Heâd left Texas when heâd finished college, and heâd graduated from the Minneapolis Police Academy with honors. Heâd risen rapidly in the ranks, everyone including his supervisors liked him, and heâd passed his detectiveâs exam the first time heâd taken it. Jill didnât know whether