Between passing out twice—and having Gavin save her from what could have been serious injury should she have hit the floor with her head—and falling asleep when she least expected it, she was going to have to start chugging some caffeine or something.

With a sigh, she sat up. If she remembered correctly, she’d also been waiting for Caden to find out about the woman in the room next to hers—Brianne. And wondering how Dustin could have committed suicide. So many questions begging for answers.

She climbed out of bed again with the whole déjà vu thing happening, noticing that she was still in her yoga pants and a long T-shirt. Her stomach rumbled and she took note that she was starving.

And in need of a shower.

Twenty minutes later, with some effort but not as much pain as she’d feared, Sarah made her way to the kitchen where she found Caden and Gavin once again deep in conversation. They stopped talking the moment they saw her.

“Haven’t we done this once today?” she asked.

Caden lifted a brow. “What? Have a conversation while you sleep your life away?”

“Something like that.”

“No. That was yesterday.”

“What?” Sarah was horrified. “I’ve lost another day?” No wonder she was so hungry. She’d missed the pizza. And breakfast.

Gavin shifted. “You were shot twice, Sarah. You’ve got to give yourself time to heal. I tried to wake you up to feed you, but you told me to get lost.”

“I did?”

“Yep. The fact that you slept this long should be a signal for you.”

She touched her still bandaged arm. “This was barely a graze.” Her fingers moved to her side. “And the other . . . well, I can heal later. Now, please, what did you learn about Brianne?” The two men exchanged a glance and she held up a finger. “Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to do that.”

“What?” Gavin asked, innocence radiating from him.

“That,” she said flatly. “No looking at each other and communicating in your silent bro-language.”

Caden snorted and Gavin cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, what kind of language?” Caden asked.

“You know what I mean. Spill it.”

His amusement faded. “All right. I finally went to the top link of the chain at the hospital and was told there wasn’t anyone by that name on the floor, and the room had been unoccupied for the duration of your stay.”

Sarah blinked. Then blinked again. “Uh . . . what? You’re kidding me.”

“I wouldn’t,” Caden said. “Not about this.”

“It’s simply not true,” Sarah said. “Why would they lie about it?”

“I also talked to Dr. Kilgore, and he said he didn’t have any patients by the name Brianne during that time period.”