Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Yes . . . yes, I can do that.”
Instead of letting her go, he carried her up the stairs and put her down.
“I-Ian?”
“Yes.”
“He’ll be all right?”
“He’s going to be just fine. Now, go.”
She ran.
“Maggie? Sweetheart?”
She opened her eyes. And smiled. Now, this was the sort of dream she liked having. One where she was woken by the most gorgeous man in the world.
“You’re so pretty.”
Jameson smiled, although there was something in his eyes. Something tense and worried.
“Why do you look worried? This is my dream.” She reached up to pat his cheek. “Don’t be sad. Be happy.”
“Maggie, can you wake up for me?”
“Nooo, I don’t wanna.”
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re tired, but I need to talk to you about your uncle.”
This was such a weird dream. Why would he want to talk to her about her uncle . . . suddenly, she gasped, sitting up straight.
Her entire body groaned. She’d fallen asleep on some sort of hard bench. In the waiting room at the hospital.
“Oh no! How did I fall asleep?” She jumped to her feet, but the room spun and she would have fallen if Jameson hadn’t grabbed her, holding her steady.
“Maggie!” Ian yelled. “Bloody hell, what happened?”
Suddenly, he was in front of her, trying to push Jameson out of the way.
“She’s all right,” Jameson said calmly. “She just got up too quickly. Chill, Ian.”
“Maggie?” Ian asked.
“I’m all right. I just got a td dizzy.”
“She needs to be sleeping in a proper bed, not on a damn bench,” Ian snapped. He sat and drew her onto his lap.
She might have enjoyed being in his lap if it weren’t for the worry running through her.
“We’ll get her into bed soon,” Jameson soothed.
She shook her head, ignoring the way her stomach bubbled with nausea. “No. I need to see Uncle Willy. Is he all right? Did he wake up? What’s going on?”
“He woke up briefly,” Jameson told her. “He’s going to be all right. We did an MRI and some X-rays. He has some swelling from where he hit his head. We’ll monitor him, but on the whole, he’s in pretty good shape. Amazingly, he didn’t break anything. He just has a few bruises.”
She let out a sigh of relief.
“I know when you arrived that Doctor Myers spoke to you about any allergies or anything we needed to know about him, but I wondered if I could talk to you about a few things.”
She licked her dry lips, staring up at him. What did he know?
“When your uncle woke up, he was very disorientated, which is understandable. But he seemed to think he was back in the past.”
“Did he?”
“We’ve sent for his medical history but that could take a while. Is there anything you can tell me?”
“I, uh . . . can we speak in private?”
Jameson nodded understandingly. “Of course. Come with me, we’ll talk in my office.”
“She can’t go anywhere without me,” Ian said, closing his arms around her protectively.
Jameson sighed. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”
“No.”
“Fine. You can wait outside my office.”
“All right.”
Jameson nodded, then stood and reached out a hand to her.
But Ian stood and lifted her into his arms. Then he moved her around so she was pressed to his firm chest with his arm under her bottom.
“Ian,” she murmured.
“Hush, Little girl. You’re too exhausted to walk. And I need to hold you.”
She gave in.
What was she going to say? Was she really going to protest?
They walked in silence to Jameson’s office. Ian put her down on a chair, then crouched in front of her. His hand went to her chin. “I’m outside if you need me.”
Part of her wanted to beg him to stay. But she knew she couldn’t do it. With Jameson, she felt like she didn’t have a choice but to tell him. He would find out anyway. And if he was Uncle Willy’s doctor, then he couldn’t tell anyone, right?
So she let Ian walk away, even though she could tell he was reluctant. The door closed behind them.
“Can I . . . can I see my uncle?”
Instead of sitting behind the desk, Jameson moved to sit beside her. He turned his chair to hers. “Of course. Although he’s sleeping right now. Which is also what you should be doing.”
“I already slept. I just want to see him.”
“very well. I’ll take you there after we talk.”
“Thank you. He really is going to be okay?” she asked.
“I think so. We need to keep an eye on him. It was quite the fall, and he’s lucky he didn’t do some serious damage to himself.”
“Is he on his own?” Worry filled her.
“No, sweetheart. Jack is watching him. And a nurse will check on him all the time.”
“Okay . . . okay.”
“The two of you are close?”
“He’s the only member of my family who loves me unconditionally.”