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was driving. He was fine one minute, and the next he doubled over in pain. I reached for the wheel, but I had no leverage and the car hit a tree.”
    She blew out a stream of air and steadied herself before continuing. “My air bag deployed. His didn’t. Sam’s head hit the steering wheel”—she winced as she recalled the awful sound—“and his side of the car took the brunt of the impact. I was able to call for an ambulance and here we are.” She clenched her fists until her nails bit into her flesh.
    “Easy,” Mike said as his big, strong hand covered hers and he gently pried her fingernails away from her skin.
    Her entire body reacted to his touch, awareness jolting through her like a sudden burst of electricity. Startled, she met his gaze and in that moment she
knew
he was as stunned as she.
    Until he jerked his hand back and rose to his feet. “Where is a damned doctor with some news?”
    Erin rose and put a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “I’m sure we’ll hear something soon.” No sooner had she spoken than a familiar voice called out Cara’s name.
    “Alexa!” Relieved, Cara jumped up and turned to Dr. Alexa Collins, a beautiful woman with auburn hair now pulled back in a bun. She was not only one of Cara’s closest friends but the doctor on call.
    “How is he?” Sam’s siblings asked at the same time.
    “He’s stable. He had an appendicitis attack while he was driving.” She glanced at Cara. “Did he mention any pain during the day?”
    She thought back and shook her head.
    Alexa frowned. “Then he must have covered and ignored it. Appendicitis pain typically increases over a period of time. Stubborn man,” she muttered, knowing Sam as well as Cara did. “Okay, well, he’s in surgery to take care of the appendix, and barring any complications he should be fine. He’s also got a concussion from impact with the steering wheel, but again, barring complications, nothing life threatening.” She smiled at Erin, Michael, and Cara to put them at ease. “I’m going to go back in. As soon as he’s in recovery, I’ll let you know. You can see him later.”
    “Thank you,” Erin breathed out in relief. “I’ll go let Mom and Dad know.” She rushed outside, probably to a place she could use her cell phone.
    “Thanks, Alexa,” Cara said.
    The other woman smiled. “I can honestly say it’s mypleasure. It’ll also be my pleasure to kick his ass for ignoring pain. And trust me, he had to have felt something earlier.”
    “I’ll help you,” Mike muttered. “Thanks for everything.”
    Alexa nodded. “I’ll be back soon with news.” She, too, took off, leaving Cara and Mike alone.
    Most of her earlier shakiness had subsided, leaving Cara exhausted. “I’m going to get some coffee. Want some?” she asked the hulking, silent man beside her.
    “No, thanks.”
    She shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said, more uncomfortable now that the mood between them had shifted from connected to awkward. But awkward was the way things had been since his return. She turned and headed for the door.
    “Cara.”
    Surprised, she pivoted back toward him. “Yes?”
    “Thank you. For calling 911 and making sure Sam got here quickly.”
    It was as much of an apology for his earlier rudeness as she was likely to get. If she hadn’t been in the room with him that night three months ago, under him, over him, him deep inside her, his recent behavior would have convinced Cara that the most spectacular evening of her life had never happened. But it had, she thought, shivering as her body recalled the intimate connection. And that brief time together along with the flare of heat in his eyes today had convinced her she wasn’t crazy. He’d been as affected as she was, whether he showed it or not.
    It was his choice not to acknowledge it that proved he wanted nothing to do with her. Heck, he clearly didn’t even want a repeat performance, which merely reinforced Sam’s point. As he’d informed Cara before