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you,” she added quickly.
    You could never go wrong with chicken soup. At least, she hoped not.
    “Ah, yes. Thank you, miss.”
    “Of course.” She nodded and left the room.
    Once she was far enough from the kitchen, she paused and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and catching her breath. What the heck was she doing, anyway? This had started out as a ploy to get close to Mykal without gatekeepers barring her way. But it was fast becoming something much more serious.
    Funny. She’d spent the last few weeks in the prison camp going over everything she was going to say to him when she got out, again and again. It was how she’d kept herself sane. But now, the words were fading. Things weren’t quite what she’d thought they would be.
    Her emotions had run the gamut while she was imprisoned. She’d gone through sorrow, raging anger and finally, a deep, painful bitterness when she realized he really wasn’t going to come and save her. No one was. She was lucky the camp had been liberated by the royal forces a few days before, or she would have been there still.
    And Mykal—had he been here all that time, living like royalty, while she endured the horrors of the camp? Anger began to bubble up inside her again and she had to tamp it back. Anger got in the way of clear thinking and she would need her wits about her.
    She was about to go back into his room. If he were dozing, she would have a chance of staying until the paramedics left. She wished she knew what had laid him low like this. An illness? A wound of some sort? She ached to know so that she could do something to help him.
    But if he were wide awake, he would take one look, stare for a second, hardly believing she would have the nerve to show up here, and then probably order her out of his house and out of his life, just as he had the last time they’d been together.
    She took a deep breath and steadied herself. In a moment, she would be alone with Mykal. That was what she’d come for, but when she came right down to it, that was really the scariest part of this.

CHAPTER TWO
    “R EADY , set, go,” Janis muttered to herself, her own private little pep talk.
    She was about to face Mykal and make demands. She would be cool, calm and collected. She would remember her talking points. And she would be tough.
    She’d never been very good at holding him to account. Their life together had been full of excitement, danger and fun. Neither one of them had ever insisted on guidelines. Neither of them had ever set out principles. Maybe that was what had doomed them from the start. When problems rose up between them, they had nothing to fall back on.
    She hesitated outside the bedroom door, listening. They seemed to be finishing up, and in another moment, they were filing out the door.
    The one with the curly red hair saw her first. “Oh, good. You’ve brought him water. I was going to go find some, but that will be better.”
    “We’ve settled him in,” the dark-haired paramedic added, nodding as though he thought she was in charge here and he was making his report. “Have you been updated on his condition?”
    She shook her head, maintaining a professional reserve. “No, I haven’t. I’m hoping you can fill me in.”
    “Sure. Well, here’s the deal. You probably know he was badly wounded when his motorcycle hit an IED a few weeks ago.”
    She didn’t know. Emotions choked her throat, hitting her hard. She managed to hide it pretty well, but inside, she felt the trauma. The horror of picturing him in a motorcycle accident was almost too much to bear. But she couldn’t show it. If she could control the trembling, she would be all right.
    “He ended up with some broken bones, damage to a few internal organs, including possible brain damage, and shrapnel in his back. Most of the shrapnel was removed, but a few slivers are very close to his spinal cord. They haven’t decided yet if they can risk going for them.”
    “Oh.” Reaching out, she used the