Married Or Not?. Brenda Jackson

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СКАЧАТЬ thick lashes lay on her cheeks hiding her amazingly green eyes. She looked peaceful lying with her arms beside her. Her dark hair framed her face and he realized she’d cut it. Now it feathered around her head. Her poor face was battered and she had a black eye but all of that would go away with time and rest.

      He stepped closer to the bed and placed her limp hand in his.

      “What have you done to yourself, Sherri?” he whispered.

      “What were you doing out on the highway in the middle of the day? Had you gotten sick at work and gone home early?”

      She stirred and her lashes fluttered, but her eyes stayed closed.

      The nurse returned to the room. “You’ll need to leave now. I’m sure she’ll be more awake in the morning.”

      The next morning Greg was at the hospital by seven o’clock. He found Sherri sleeping. One of the nurses came in.

      “How’s she doing?” he asked, his voice low.

      “Remarkably well, considering. She roused a few times in the night while we were checking on her but went back to sleep. Rest is the best thing for her. “

      Sherri heard people talking nearby. She wished they would go away and let her sleep. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet to remind her to get up. They continued to talk and Sherri could have sworn she recognized one of the voices: a deep voice that had always made her heart race.

      “Greg?” she whispered. Surely not. Why would he—

      “I’m right here, Sherri,” he replied, picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips.

      She was probably dreaming, but why would she dream of him?

      Finally, she opened her eyes and stared at him. “Greg?” she whispered in wonder. “Is it you?” She remembered now that she was in the hospital. What was he doing there?

      He nodded and flashed a brief smile at her. “How are you feeling?” He sat in the chair next to her bed.

      She looked at her hand still nestled in his. “Very strange. I think I’m actually dreaming this conversation.”

      “No, I’m really here. I’ve been worried about you.”

      “I must be in worse shape than I thought if you’re here,” she said roughly, her mouth dry.

      Without hesitation he reached over and handed her a bottle of water with a plastic straw in it.

      She sipped on the water, trying to bring her brain into some kind of focus.

      He brushed her hair off her forehead. “You cut your hair.”

      “Yes. It’s easier to keep this way.”

      Neither one of them spoke after that. Sherri couldn’t come up with a coherent thought or question.

      “Do you remember the accident?” he finally asked.

      “No. I guess I got a little banged up.”

      “Some internal injuries and a broken arm and leg would bear that out.”

      “The doctor said he had to remove my spleen and sew up some tears inside.” She paused before saying, “No more gymnastics for me, I guess.” He didn’t smile, which didn’t surprise her. It was a lame joke.

      “My guess is that the seat belt did its job and saved your life but caused damage of its own.”

      She had trouble keeping her eyes off him. Greg Hogan was there in the hospital to see her. They’d had no contact in years and yet, now he was here.

      “This is too weird. Why are you here?”

      “I told you.”

      “How did you hear about the accident?”

      “At the station. That was one heck of a pile-up and several units were out there. Someone radioed in that your car had been sandwiched between an eighteen-wheeler and an SUV.” He nodded toward the nearby table. “They brought your purse back to the station when they recognized you and gave it to me. I left it here when I checked on you last night.”

      She closed her eyes for a moment. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m having trouble concentrating on anything. I feel like I’m floating.”

      “It’s the meds they’re giving you. You’re going to be fine, you know.”

      “That’s good,” she murmured.

      Greg watched her go back to sleep and smiled. He’d turned over his cases to some of the other detectives and asked for time off. He wanted to be here in case she needed him. She had no family since her aunt had died and he didn’t want her to be alone.

      Of course he knew he had no business being there. She’d made it more than clear when she left him that she no longer wanted him around her. He picked up on the fact that she was less than thrilled to see him there, honestly puzzled, and he couldn’t explain to her what he couldn’t explain to himself.

      He just knew that he had to be there. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Now he waited until she woke up again.

      The next time Sherri opened her eyes and saw him, she frowned. “You’re still here.”

      He nodded.

      “I don’t understand. Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

      “I took some time off.”

      “You said you talked to some of the men who were at the scene of the accident. Did they say how badly my car was damaged?”

      “There’s not much left of it, I’m afraid. It’s a miracle you survived. When I saw it, I didn’t know how you could have come out of it alive.”

      “It can’t be repaired?” she asked wistfully.

      “’Fraid not.” He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I know how much you loved that little car.”

      Tears welled into her eyes. “I’m being silly to cry over a stupid car. It’s just that it was my very first car and I bought it brand-new.”

      “I spoke to your roommate a little while ago while you were asleep. She didn’t know you’d been in an accident until late last night. When she called the hospital this morning to find out how you were, the nurse forwarded the call to your room. I guess the hospital will only give out information to family members.”

      “You’re not family.” Tears continued to slide down her cheeks.

      “But the hospital doesn’t know that. I told them I was your husband.”

      She started to sit up and then grabbed her tummy and winced.

      “Easy. You’ve just had major surgery.”

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