“I hope you’re okay with that. Harrison is acting like he’s fine, but I know he’s a little shaken. With you in the hospital, I thought it would be nice if he and Belle could hang out. I promise to bring her back home first thing.”

Reggie closed her eyes. “I’m glad they’ll be together. He really did good today. He held it all together and was so brave. Belle, too.”

“What you didn’t see was, she stood guard. She wouldn’t let the EMT near Harrison until I got there.”

She opened her eyes. Wow, he was good-looking. Had she always known that?

“Really? Good for her. Although if he’d been injured, it would have been a problem. Dena said the hats got delivered.”

“Everything’s taken care of,” he told her. “You worry about getting better.”

She could feel the drugs taking over. She just wanted to sleep. And maybe have Toby join her. If Belle was having a sleepover, why couldn’t she? And while she was on the topic...

“Why aren’t we sleeping together?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me. Don’t pretend you didn’t. We should be having sex. Lots of it. And since I’ve already gone there, you’re stupid.”

He stared at her. “Excuse me?”

“Stupid. You. I’m the best thing to ever happen to you. That was true all those years ago, and it’s still true. I’m smart and capable and creative and we’re good together. Oh, and Harrison likes me, and I have a great dog. You’re in love with me. You never stopped loving me, but you’re too proud or stubborn to admit it.”

She felt her eyes closing and couldn’t seem to open them. “Stop being dumb and just admit you care. You’ll feel better.”

Reggie never heard his answer. There was some mumbling about visiting hours being over, and then the nice nurse on duty took her vitals.

“I’ll be back in an hour to give you more pain medicine.”

“Goody,” Reggie managed, and then there was only blissful sleep.

Micah didn’t know why Dena wasn’t taking his calls or answering his texts, but whatever the reason, he knew it couldn’t be good. After a day in the recording studio and another in meetings, he’d finally had enough. He chartered a plane back to Wishing Tree and walked into the lobby of the B and B a little after eleven in the morning. He would rather have driven directly to the school to talk to Dena, but knew she wouldn’t appreciate the interruption while she was in class.

Winona was at the reception desk, looking anything but friendly.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her tone cold.

“I live here.”

“Not anymore.”

Dena not taking his calls was one thing, but what was up with the attitude?