DEACONI framed her face with one hand. "I'm not going to leave you." Her eyelids lowered, and her tongue slipped out to swipe over her lips. "Again." "I'm staying here. With you. For you, Emma. I'm not going to run away again, babe." She lifted her face. "Now tell me again . . . but don't use words this time." I didn't have to be asked twice. Reaching down, I lifted Emma up to my lap, angling her head so that it rested in the crook of my elbow. With my fingers on her chin, I coaxed her to tip her mouth to me. The last time I'd kissed Emma had been the night we'd celebrated the publication of her study about ventilators and acupuncture. We'd had champagne, and I'd been giddy enough to breach the walls she'd kept up since I'd returned from Slovenia. But that night, Noah had still been in the picture. Oh, they hadn't been dating yet, but I'd known the direction he was heading. That kiss had been stolen, a moment of time that couldn't go anywhere. But tonight, everything was
EMMAMy first conscious thought the next morning was that my air conditioner wasn't working. For one head-spinning moment, I panicked, thinking I was back at the trailer, and everything that had happened in the last eighteen months-my cabin, Noah, Deacon-was all a dream. But after I blinked my eyes open, I realized that the air wasn't warm or muggy the way it was when I was in a building that didn't have a/c. No, it was just that there was something next to me that was emitting a crazy amount of heat. When that something moved slightly and sighed, I remembered. Oh. My. God. I shifted my legs and winced a little. I was slightly sore; Deacon and I hadn't exactly taken it easy on each other last night. Or early this morning, for that matter. We'd more than made up for the year or so we'd been apart. The whole thing had been . . . different. Oh, there was a wonderful familiarity, that easiness of being with a man who'd been a lover before. I'd fallen back into the rhythm easily,
EMMA"Hey!" I tried for a casual, carefree smile. "What're you doing here? Did we have plans that I forgot about?" He chuckled and met me halfway, leaning down to kiss my cheek and then sweep me into a hug. "No, this was a random drop-in. I have to be at the hospital later today, so I thought I'd drive over early and see if I could take you to breakfast on the way in." He slid me a sideways glance as we walked up the porch steps together. "Imagine my surprise when you weren't here at seven in the morning." "Oh?" I didn't owe Noah any explanation, I scolded myself silently. We weren't dating, and I was a free woman. It wasn't any of his business-except that he was Noah, my friend, the one in whom I'd confided almost everything for a long time. It felt weird not to tell him. But maybe it would be weirder to tell him. Or maybe I'd just-"I called the hospital to see if you'd gone in early, but they told me you weren't supposed to be there until this afternoon." "Yeah, I worked lat
DEACONWhen I walked into the hospital about an hour after Emma left my house that morning, I definitely was feeling lighter than I had all week. The problems I'd left here the day before hadn't gone away-at least, I assumed that Ted was still in his room, trying to terrorize my staff-but I had a better outlook on everything in my world.Amazing what getting laid can do for a man.It wasn't just the sex, though thank you sweet Jesus for that because it had been incredible. No, I decided, it was mostly the reconnection with Emma, talking with her and feeling as if we'd finally managed to bridge that break that I'd created when I'd taken off for Slovenia. Suddenly, the future held more possibilities than it had for over a year. I'd just gotten to my office and shrugged off my suit jacket when Mira knocked at the open door. "Good morning, Deacon." Our head nurse was holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hand as she lingered in the doorway. "Hey, there, Mira!" I grinned at her.
DEACONAfter my conversation with Noah, I was both eager and apprehensive about seeing Emma. I wondered if she would pretend last night hadn't happened, if she was having regrets, or if she'd be embarrassed or . . . whatever. Women were so damn unpredictable. I wasn't sure what to expect. As it worked out, though, our paths didn't cross until later in the afternoon. We had a minor issue with a patient reacting to new meds, and that kept me busy for a couple of hours. And then Gram and Pop showed up to see Ted. I ushered them into his room, already braced for whatever vitriol he might spew at them. Gram was clutching her handbag tight, the only indication of her own tension, and Pop's jaw was hard. "Ted." I stepped into the room ahead of my grandparents. "My-uh, your parents are here to see you. Is it all right if they come in?" I hated giving him the option to turn them away, but Emma had taught me well, and I knew that giving someone a choice was always preferable whenever poss
EMMABy the time the sun went down that evening, tests had confirmed that Ted Girard was fighting off a massive infection. It had happened fast, but that wasn't unusual, not in someone whose cancer was as advanced as Ted's was. "All we can do now is treat what we can and keep him comfortable." Deacon stood next to his father's bedside, staring down at the slight figure. Ted had been non-responsive since his seizure, but the CT hadn't shown any visible brain damage. "What do you think?" I glanced up at Deacon's face as we moved into the hall. "What are his chances?" Deacon shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not great. But Ted's an enigma. If I expect him to die tonight, he'd probably pull through just to prove me wrong." He sighed and shook his head. "Will you think I'm a horrible person if I say I'm really disappointed that I'll have to take a raincheck on tonight? Ted's got crap timing. Always has." I laughed softly. "No. You're allowed to have mixed feelings about this man, D
DEACON"Well, Ted, welcome back to the oncology floor." I leaned against the doorjamb outside my father's hospital room. He was propped up in the bed, looking much better than anyone in his condition had a right to be. After a week in the ICU during which we thought we were losing him more than once, Ted had taken a sudden turn for the better. His improvement had been rapid and unexplainable. "Sometimes it happens like this," one of the doctors up there had observed to me, shrugging. "They surprise us." Now whether this was a pleasant surprise or not, I hadn't decided. My father watched me with shrewd eyes as I came into his room. "I wasn't sure I was going to see you alert again. But here you are." Ted grinned. "Heaven won't have me, and the devil's afraid if I get down there, I'll take over and run the damn place into the ground." He coughed and adjusted the nasal cannula. "Guess I'm like a bad penny, boy. You just ain't getting rid of me yet." "Yeah, well, you're not ou
EMMAEverything was perfect in my cabin. I'd closed the curtains just enough to keep the light at a minimum. I had candles burning over almost every surface, and I was diffusing my favorite lavender oil through the air. Soft music played over my speakers, strategically placed around the cabin.Deacon had texted about twenty minutes ago that he was leaving the hospital. I'd rushed to finish the last-minute touches and then carefully dressed in my special outfit: a sheer, flowy dress that hugged my boobs and just barely skimmed the middle of my thighs, under which I wore exactly nothing. No bra, no panties . . . just me, carefully groomed and lotioned for the activity I'd planned for us. I heard Deacon's truck pulling up along my gravel drive, and my stomach flipped over into a series of somersaults. I hoped he was going to like this, but I wasn't sure. I was taking a risk. I stood just behind the sofa, listening to his footsteps on the porch. The front door opened, and he stepped