He looked like a boy caught napping. For some reason the gesture moved Kate unbearably. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she murmured.

He reached for the lamp beside the bed and turned it on low. Though his body revolted against the interruption, his mind was fully awake. “Pain?”

“No.”

He studied her face carefully. The glazed look from the drug had left her eyes, but the color hadn’t returned. “Kate.”

“All right. Some.”

“Bailey left some pills.”

As he started to rise, Kate reached for him again. “No, I don’t want anything. It makes me groggy.”

“It takes away the pain.”

“Not now, Ky, please. I promise I’ll tell you if it gets bad.”

Because her voice was close to desperate he made himself content with that. At the moment, she looked too fragile to argue with. “Are you hungry?”

She smiled, shaking her head. “No. It must be the middle of the night. I was only trying to orient myself.” She touched him again, in gratitude, in comfort. “You should sleep.”

“I’ve had enough. Anyway, you’re the patient.”

Automatically, he put his hand to her forehead to check for fever. Touched, Kate laid hers over it. She felt the quick reflexive tensing of his fingers.

“Thank you.” When he would have removed his hand, she linked her fingers with his. “You’ve been taking good care of me.”

“You needed it,” he said simply and much too swiftly. He couldn’t allow her to stir him now, not when they were in that big, soft bed surrounded by memories.

“You haven’t left me since it happened.”

“I had no place to go.”

His answer made her smile. Kate reached up her free hand to touch his cheek. There had been changes, she thought, many changes. But so many things had stayed the same. “You were angry with me.”

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself.” He told himself he should move away from the bed, from Kate, from everything that weakened him there.

He stayed, leaning over her, one hand caught in hers. Her eyes were dark, soft in the dim light, full of the sweetness and innocence he remembered. He wanted to hold her until there was no more pain for either of them, but he knew, if he pressed his body against hers now, he wouldn’t stop. Again he started to move, pulling away the hand that held hers. Again Kate stopped him.

“I would’ve died if you hadn’t gotten me up.”

“That’s why it’s smarter to dive with a partner.”

“I might still have died if you hadn’t done everything you did.”