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chair rail to keep herself upright, but he didn’t seem to notice.
    “We’ve got him braced pretty tightly. He won’t like it when he fully wakes up. But you’ve got to keep him in it.”
    “Can he…” Her voice was choked and she had to clear her throat. “Can he walk? Is there paralysis?”
    The paramedic hesitated. “So far, so good. But he has to be kept quiet. No physical activity. No major emotional upheaval.” He shrugged. “I’m sure you know the drill.”
    “Do I?”
    A wave of panic crashed over her. She couldn’t help it. This was making her very nervous. She wasn’t qualified for this. These people had the idea that she would take care of him. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. What if she did something that injured him?
    “I…I’m not experienced with spinal injuries,” she stammered out. “Maybe you should call in someone who…”
    He shook his head. “No need for that. Just keep him down as long as possible, that’s my advice. That’s why we’ve given him something to make him sleep. I left a couple of bottles of the medications prescribed for him and some other supplies on the shelf in the bathroom. The doctor will be coming in to see him tomorrow, about ten, so be ready for that.”
    “About ten,” she repeated robotically, still stunned by what she was hearing.
    “I left a list of the numbers to call if he needs anything.” He shrugged. “But you seem to be pretty well staffed here. I don’t suppose there will be any problems.”
    He gave her a half smile, as though he’d suddenly realized she was pretty. He shrugged. “He may be a little hard to handle. And he’s got a wicked temper.” He grinned. “But I guess that’s understandable after all he’s been through.”
    She blinked. That didn’t sound much like the man she’d been married to. But she supposed things were different now. Then she remembered what he’d been like that last day, once he’d found out what she’d done. Yes, his temper had come out, cold and biting. Wicked hadn’t been the word for it.
    “Of course,” she said weakly.
    “And I guess that’s it.”
    She nodded, not sure anymore if she was glad the medics were leaving. She’d wanted them to go before the butler came back, but now she wasn’t so certain. Maybe he should have been here to hear all this. She bit her lip, not sure what to do, but they were leaving and what could she use as an excuse to stop them?
    “Thank you so much for all your help,” she said instead, feeling breathless. “Shall I show you the way out?”
    “Don’t bother, miss. We know the way.” He gave her a grin. “See you again soon, I suppose. We’ll be the ones to transport him to the castle when that comes up.”
    “Oh. Of course.” She knew her smile was shaky but that couldn’t be helped. “Goodbye.” Then she watched as they made their way out. What could she say? She was completely bewildered.
    It sounded as though his injuries had been life-threatening—and maybe still were. She felt as though she were taking a dive on a roller coaster every time she thought of that. Obviously, he might have died. Despite everything, she couldn’t bear to think of it.
    And the castle? Why on earth would he be going to the castle?
    But that didn’t matter. She had to get out of here.
    Time to face facts: she’d been kidding herself. All this talk of tying up loose ends and coming to closure was a bunch of baloney. Deep in her heart, she’d been hoping for a confrontation, a knock-down drag-out that would curl Mykal’s hair and set him back on his heels. She’d wanted him to know how he’d misjudged and hurt her. She’d wanted him to admit he’d been wrong to betray her. She wanted to throw his legendary self-confidence into disarray.
    He wasn’t always right. He’d been wrong. Very, very wrong.
    But all that was impossible now. She couldn’t confront him. He was in a precarious condition and had to be handled with kid gloves. It made her cringe to think