“You were hit hard enough to knock you down, and when I got here, you weren’t moving.” Adrian’s voice caught on the edge of remembered fear. Rooke must have heard her call her sweetheart, but Adrian couldn’t worry about her slip now. Rooke might easily have been killed. The mere thought of Rooke being ripped from her life was soul shattering.

“Hey,” Rooke murmured, loosening her hand from Adrian’s grasp to caress Adrian’s cheek. “I’m right here. Safe and sound and all in one piece.”

“I know,” Adrian said, trying to appear strong while terror still clawed at her insides.

“There’s only one problem.”

“What?” Adrian said urgently.

“My butt is frozen.”

Adrian tugged her lower lip between her teeth, poised between tears and laughter. Rooke’s eyes were clear, her hand on Adrian’s face steady. “You need stitches.”

“Maybe, but not in my ass.” Rooke extended her free arm to Dominic. “Give me a lift?”

“Sure thing,” Dominic said.

“Be careful,” Adrian said, slipping her arm around Rooke’s waist as Dominic helped her upright.

“Don’t worry,” Dominic muttered. “Like a baby.”

Rooke grimaced at the sound of fast approaching sirens. “Damn. I don’t need them. Hell, half the town will hear about it if—”

“They’re going to look at you. Don’t argue.” Adrian pointed toward the truck. “Dominic, put the tailgate down so she can sit.”

“Yes ma’am. You got her?”

Adrian tightened her hold on Rooke. “I have her.”

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“Someone needs to call Pops,” Rooke said. “News travels fast around here.”

“Dominic,” Adrian said, “after the EMTs check Rooke out, you can take her truck back to the cemetery and tell Pops what happened.

I’m going with her to the emergency room.” When she saw the frown forming between Rooke’s eyebrows, she pointed a finger at her. “No.

You need that laceration taken care of.”

“I hear you,” Rooke sighed.

“Call me when you’re finished in the ER, and I’ll come and get you.” Dominic hurried toward the front of Rooke’s truck as the fire rescue vehicle pulled up the drive. When two EMTs climbed out, he pointed toward Rooke perched on the tailgate and then climbed into the cab, closing the door behind him.

“It wasn’t his fault,” Rooke said, easing into her jacket.

“I know it wasn’t.” Adrian rubbed Rooke’s back. Accidents happened, especially in Rooke’s line of work. But she’d seen the gleaming shaft fly with deadly accuracy right at Rooke’s head, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that some unseen hand had flung it.

Some angry force bent on breaking the connection between them. She shivered.

“You have to stop running after me with no jacket or boots,” Rooke chided. “Go back to the house and get some warmer clothes.”

“Not until the EMTs look at you. I don’t want them taking you anywhere while I’m gone.”

“I won’t go anywhere without you.” Rooke linked her fingers through Adrian’s. “Promise.”

Wishing that were as simple as it sounded, Adrian shook her head.

“I’m not leaving you. Don’t ask me to.”

v

The ER in the small local hospital wasn’t busy on a Saturday afternoon, and they didn’t have to wait long to be seen. Almost as soon as the receptionist made a copy of Rooke’s medical card, an ER

technician called her name and led her and Adrian to a tiny examining room.

“The doctor will be right in,” the tech said. He raised the back on a narrow stretcher and helped Rooke climb up. When Rooke settled onto

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it, he handed her a clipboard and a pen. “This is a medical history form.

You can fill it out while you’re waiting.”

“Okay, thanks,” Rooke replied, staring at the clipboard.

Adrian waited until the technician left before speaking. “Why don’t you lean back and close your eyes. I’ll read this out loud and you can tell me the answers. If that’s okay.”

A muscle in Rooke’s jaw bunched, but she nodded and silently held out the clipboard.

“Close your eyes.” Adrian softly brushed a thick shock of hair away from the stark white bandage an EMT had taped over the gash in Rooke’s forehead. A crimson circle marred the snowy surface.

“Thanks.” Rooke closed her eyes, but her fists were clenched tightly at her sides.

Adrian pulled over a stool and read out the items on the medical form, filling in blanks and checking boxes as needed. When she got to the family history section, she hesitated. “They want to know if anyone in your family has a serious medical problem, like high blood pressure or cancer or heart disease.”

“Not that I know of.” Rooke opened her eyes. “Pops is really healthy. My parents died young.”

“I know your mother was only nineteen,” Adrian said gently. “You never mentioned your dad.”

“He was killed in the first Iraq war when I was six. He was twenty-five.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I only remember him a little. He was away a lot.” Rooke grimaced. “I guess you know I don’t have any information about my grandmother.”

“What about your other grandmother. Pops’s wife?”

“I never knew her. She had some kind of brain thing when my father was just a baby.” Rooke smiled wryly. “I think that’s why Pops is so good at raising kids. He’s had a lot of practice.”

“He’s wonderful.”

“Yeah. He hasn’t had it easy, I guess.”

Adrian regarded Rooke steadily. “I didn’t see any sign of him complaining. In fact, it was pretty clear to me he’s crazy about you.”

Adrian took a breath and let it out. “You’re lucky.”

“Why do you sound sad?”

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“Do I?” Adrian forced a bright note into her voice. “I suppose I’m a little jealous. My parents don’t approve of a lot of my choices.”

“Why?” Rooke started to sit up and Adrian quickly grasped her arm, stopping her.

“You’re supposed to be quiet,” Adrian said sternly. “That means lie still.”

“What about your parents?”

“They’re disappointed I didn’t go into business and upset that I haven’t settled down the way they think I should.”

“Settle down,” Rooke repeated. “Like married?”

Adrian balanced the clipboard on her knee. “They’ve never spelled it out, but I’m pretty sure they’d like me to meet a rising business tycoon, preferably male, and move into a condo on the Upper East Side and have 2.7 kids. Writing is not a career as far as they’re concerned.”

“They don’t get that what you’re doing is really important?”

Rooke’s voice held a note of incredulity that blunted the edges of Adrian’s pain. Smiling with genuine amusement, she shook her head.

“They haven’t gotten that message yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Adrian said, realizing that it really was. She’d made the choices her heart had dictated, and her path had brought her here.

She had no regrets. “I’m where I want to be.”

“I’m gla—”

“Hello!” A rotund, sandy-haired man in his forties bounced into the room, beaming as if he’d been invited to a party. “I’m Dr.

Ackerman. I understand you went a few rounds with a tree limb this afternoon.”

He removed the gauze pad, shined a light on the laceration, and made a series of indecipherable doctor sounds. Finally nodding, he stepped back and rolled a metal stand holding a wrapped instrument tray next to the stretcher. “Nice clean laceration. You’re probably going to have a black eye and a headache, but it doesn’t look too serious. You will need some stitches.”

“What about x-rays?” Adrian didn’t want to intrude, but every time she thought of Rooke lying so still in the snow her stomach got jittery and she had to fight back a wave of panic.

“Don’t see any real need for them,” he said cheerfully. “Simple blunt force trauma, and I can see that the bone isn’t fractured.” He

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inserted the needle end of a syringe into a clear vial of liquid. “Any allergies or medication I need to know about?”

Adrian kept quiet, although it took effort. Safeguarding Rooke’s privacy was important, especially when Rooke’s personal business had been the object of scrutiny and discussion her entire life. Nevertheless, Adrian had to clamp her teeth together not to blurt out what she knew of Rooke’s medical history. She held her breath, waiting.

“Dilantin and phenobarbital,” Rooke said at last.

“Hmm,” the doctor said as he wiped antiseptic around the edges of the laceration and injected it. “What’s the origin of—”

Rooke’s cell phone rang and she yanked it off her belt. She held it out to Adrian as the doctor placed sterile towels around her head.

“Would you mind, Adrian? It’s probably Pops. Tell him it’s nothing.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Adrian grabbed the phone and flipped it open.

“Hello. This is Adrian Oakes.”

“Well this is a pleasant surprise, darling,” Melinda’s honey-warm voice announced. “How nice to have you both. Where is our gorgeous Rooke, then?”

Our Rooke? Icicles crystallized in Adrian’s veins, and she gripped the phone so hard she was surprised the case didn’t crack. “Rooke is busy right now. I’ll tell her—”

“Busy. Should I guess doing what?” Melinda’s laugh suggested she was contemplating a lascivious secret.

Adrian turned her back to the bed and lowered her voice. “She can tell you herself when she’s free.”

“Really, darling, there’s no need to be defensive. You know very well I’d like nothing better than to see you two together. Not exactly see, of course. I was thinking of something a little more intimate.”

“There’s nothing going on between us,” Adrian said through gritted teeth. “But if there were, I can promise you, there wouldn’t be room for anyone else.”