Gavin stayed with her. “Not going to announce you’re here, huh?”

“I think I’ll just see if I can find the nurse who was on that night. Donna.”

“She might not be working this shift.”

“I know. But first, we need to make a stop.” Hand pressed against her side and moving carefully, she made a beeline for the gift shop located on the first floor across from the elevators.

“What for?”

“Flowers.” With their conversation fresh in her mind and wishing she had time to process it further, Sarah pushed open the door and made her way back to the floral arrangements. Fortunately, there weren’t a lot of premade choices to consider, so that made the decision easier. She chose a vase with an assortment of pink and yellow calla lilies.

“That’s one of our most popular arrangements,” the woman to her right said.

“I can see why. They’re gorgeous. I’ll take them.”

“Wonderful.”

Sarah paid for the flowers. While the woman worked, she glanced at Gavin from the corner of her eye. She’d been truthful when she said he scared her off a bit when he’d gone all dictator on her, but there was more to it than that. She bit her lip when she realized she wanted to be fully honest. How would he react if she told him of her past? The things she’d done—and the reasons she’d done them? What if she spilled everything?

Once again, pushing the thoughts aside to deal with at a more appropriate time, she nodded to Gavin. “Now, I’m ready to go find Donna and thank her for her excellent care.”

They made the elevator ride to the third floor in silence while Sarah mentally prepared herself for battle. Brianne had not been a figment of her imagination and she’d go toe-to-toe with anyone who tried to convince her otherwise.

In a nice way, of course.

With Gavin slightly behind her, Sarah made her way to the nurses’ station where three medical personnel sat in front of laptops. The older woman with short and stylish gray hair and a name tag that said Camilla looked over her bifocals at their approach. “May I help you?”

“Yes, hi. I was a patient here a couple of weeks ago and there was one nurse who was really kind and I just wanted to say thank you.” She lifted the flowers, and Camilla smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

“Who was your nurse, hon?”

“Donna.”

“Sure. She’s with a patient right now, but I’m happy to give them to her.” She held her hands out.

“I appreciate that,” Sarah said, “but I’d like to deliver them myself, if that’s all right.”

“Of course.” Camilla dropped her hands. “Just hang out here. She’ll be around shortly.”