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become. “You bought
a new house? This is a business investment?” he asked, knowing that
she had a weakness for buying up buildings in the town to run
businesses out of. He knew she was well off with her grandfather’s
fortune alone, but he had a suspicion that she was doing just fine
on her own as well.
    “No, this is just for me,” she said turning
and taking the extra pillow off the dresser and walking to the
other side of the bed. “It’s a little cottage with a cute
yard.”
    She gently lifted his arm which was bandaged
from wrist to shoulder, and set it on the pillow. He felt the
sudden relief he hadn’t known he needed.
    “You’re moving out of your
grandfather’s?”
    She smiled. “It’s long overdue.” Lydia
adjusted her bracelet on her arm then turned her attention back to
him. “I could still use some landscaping in the spring when you’re
all healed.”
    “I heard what they had to say. I’m lucky to
be alive. I’m going to have to do physical therapy with all the
work they had to do to my leg and hip.”
    “Consider working at my house therapy,” she
grinned and walked around to the other side of the bed again. “I
should let you rest. You look tired.”
    Suddenly he felt it.
    “Thanks for coming to visit.”
    She leaned in and kissed his cheek ever so
gently. “I heard your brother is getting married.”
    That still stung. He’d had eyes for Gia
Gallow, who owned a shop in one of Lydia's buildings, and his
brother was now going to marry her. Maybe she’d seen right through
him from the start. He was only trying to move on from his broken
heart of three years. When someone promised to wait for you then
married someone else, it hurt for a long time.
    “They’ll be good for each other,” he said on
a yawn.
    Lydia gave his hand a gentle pat. “Get some
rest. I’ll stop by again.”
     
    ~*~
     
    The light from the hallway streamed into
Russell’s room as Chelsea pushed open the door. He was sleeping,
and she paused to watch him before entering.
    Early morning rotations might have been her
favorite if she weren’t a single parent without support from her
ex-husband or parents. Thank goodness she had dear friends who
could stay with Lucas and take him to the daycare.
    Chelsea walked into the room and signed into
the computer. She took a moment to read the files about Russell’s
night, which hadn’t seemed to have gone very well.
    She noted his pain medication and his calls
to the nurses’ station.
    He stirred next to her, and she watched as
he fought to find comfort with minimal movement. The bruises on his
face were darker now. Even then, he was as handsome as she’d
remembered.
    Russell’s eyes fluttered open, and she took
a step toward his bedside. “Good morning.”
    It took him a moment to focus on her. Many
times, patients, even days after surgery, found themselves confused
when they woke in a hospital room. She assumed, by his facial
expressions, this was what he was going through.
    Instinctively, Chelsea reached for his hand
and held it. “You’re still in the hospital. You’re fine.”
    He blinked a few more times. “It’s nice to
wake up with you here,” he said with a raspy voice.
    Chelsea reached for his water and handed it
to him. He took a sip, and she replaced it on the tray.
    “Thank you,” he said, gratefully.
    “It looks like you had a long night.”
    “Days and nights run together here.” He
wiped his eyes with the hand which wasn’t bandaged. “I just want to
go home.”
    “Sooner than you think,” she said as she
moved back to the computer. “You’ll heal better at home.”
    “Can you imagine how much fussing over I’ll
get from my mother?”
    The statement had them both
chuckling—sharing a moment.
    “She’ll be the best thing for you,” she
offered.
    “I don’t know. Waking up the past few days
with you standing at my bedside has been nice.”
    Chelsea swallowed the lump in her throat and
turned to pull the machine which would record