So why hadn’t she told him the truth, and why did she have the feeling she was waiting for something else?

“Although I can’t help chuckling at the thought of Del not recognizing you,” Annie May said, “you’re going to have to tell him the truth.”

“I know. And I will.”

“It’s already been a couple of weeks. What are you waiting for? A major holiday?”

“I don’t know. I just…” She bit her lower lip. “You were right before. I’m not ready to deal with him being angry. And he’s not going to take kindly to being fooled.”

“You do know that the longer this goes on the madder he’s going to be.”

“Yeah, I know. I still want some more time before I tell him.”

Her friend’s gaze narrowed. “Which means you want me to keep quiet.” Annie May didn’t look enthused at the prospect.

“Just for a little while. Do you mind?”

Annie May sighed. “I guess in a way it’s his own fault for not being able to see the truth for himself. Which is what I’ll tell him when he starts in on me. All right. I won’t say anything. But don’t take too long. You’re only digging yourself a deeper pit with this one.”

“Thanks for understanding,” Josie said, giving her a hug.

Annie May held her close. “Regardless of the reason, it’s good to have you back, child. The world was a little less bright with you gone.”

Josie felt an unfamiliar tightness in her chest. “I’m sorry for not staying in touch,” she said softly, releasing her friend and looking into her wise, brown eyes. “I should have. I guess I was disconnecting myself from everything and everyone who reminded me of Del.”

“I understand and I forgive you. But don’t do it again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said meekly.

Annie May touched her cheek. “You look tired. Are you getting enough rest?”

Josie thought about her restless nights. “Not really.”

“Then you march yourself upstairs and take a load off. You’re not going to get healthy if you’re too exhausted to take care of yourself. And what about seeing a doctor? Do you need to?”

No one mothered quite like Annie May, Josie thought happily as the older woman bossed her all the way up to her bedroom. She enjoyed being fussed over and instructed to not come down until she’d had at least a two-hour nap.

When Annie May had lowered the blinds and pulled up the covers, she gave Josie a kiss on the forehead before leaving and closing the door behind her. Josie lay alone in her room and sighed with contentment. Things might not be all back to normal in her world, but having Annie May back in her life was a step in the right direction.

She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. As she did, she felt herself straining to hear a familiar voice. She was listening for Del’s arrival at the house. He stopped by every day, and she didn’t want to miss his visit.

Josie sat upright in bed and pressed the covers to her chest. Her heart thundered loudly enough to drown out the sounds of construction. Realization slammed into her, just like that truck had a year before, and the results were nearly as devastating.

She wasn’t back in Beachside Bay because she wanted closure. She was back because of Del. Because deep down in her soul she’d been hoping and praying that he still cared for her. Her secret fantasy had been that he would take one look at her, open his arms and say, “Oh, honey, I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me. I never stopped loving you and I never will.”

Del’s brutally honest assessment of their marriage and her part in its failure had upset her not only because he’d hurt her feelings but because hearing it had caused the death of a dream. She could no longer secretly harbor a reconciliation fantasy.

She sank back onto her pillow and wondered what she was supposed to do now. Del wasn’t still in love with her. He’d moved on with his life. Shouldn’t she do the same? Put him in the past and get started with her future?

Something soft brushed against her cheek. Josie stirred, then rolled onto her back and slowly opened her eyes. Afternoon sunlight made her blink slightly as she looked up at the man bending over her. His features came into focus, making her smile.

“Del,” she murmured.

The sight was so familiar, she felt immediately at peace. Her questions and worries faded until they were little more than a dream. Is that what had happened? Had she just experienced a very vivid, very strange dream?

“Hey, sleepy-head. How are you feeling?”

He sounded warm and concerned, she thought happily. It all had been a dream. Some hideous misfiring in her brain had made her imagine a divorce, an accident and-

He held out a light-pink-and-cream rose. “I know. It’s dumb. I’ll bet guys do this to you all the time. But I couldn’t resist.”

She frowned as she took the perfect flower. “Guys do what?”

“Bring you roses. A rose for Rose. I’m sincere, but not especially imaginative.”

A rose for Rose? She blinked and realized the room around her was unfamiliar. She started to sit up but a sharp pain in her leg nearly made her cry out. And then she did want to cry, but not from physical pain. Memories returned and with them the knowledge of her current situation. The divorce and the accident hadn’t been a dream. They were very real. She wasn’t still married to Del and he didn’t know who she was.

Disappointment filled her. She ignored it, along with the pain in her leg, and forced herself to sit up.

“How long was I asleep?” she asked.

“According to Annie May, who I saw as I came in a bit ago, about three hours. It’s nearly two.” He settled on the mattress, his hip bumping hers. “I guess you needed the rest.”

“Three hours? I can’t believe it. I never sleep during the day.”

“I won’t tell anyone. Now fluff up those pillows behind you and prepare to be fed. Annie May was concerned that you might not eat lunch so she made me get you a sandwich. I’m going to sit here and watch you eat it. Pretty cool, huh?”

She glanced from him to the wrapped deli sandwich, two cans of soda and several wrapped cookies sitting on her nightstand. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“If you can say that, you don’t know Annie May very well. We all listen to her.” He opened a napkin and spread it on her lap. “Apparently she’s taken a shine to you. She was hovering around like a mother hen and, believe me, Annie May’s not one to hover over anyone.”

His comments eased some of her tension. It felt nice to be fussed over, especially by two people who had once been so important to her.

She took the sandwich he offered and unwrapped it.

“I didn’t know what to get,” he said. “I picked turkey because almost everyone likes that. I had them throw in mustard and mayonnaise packets so you could pick which you preferred.” He leaned over and grabbed a couple of the cookies. “I thought we could share these.”

“Of course.” She swallowed, feeling a little self-conscious. “While I appreciate the company, Del, you don’t have to stay. I’m sure you have work to do.”

“Not really. As the boss, I get to set my own hours, and that includes taking breaks with attractive clients. However, I’ll excuse myself for a second to get a chair. I don’t want to crowd you on the bed.”

With that he stood up and headed out of the room. Josie wanted to protest. She liked him sitting close to her. She liked feeling his strength and his heat. But she didn’t want to seem too eager or start something she wasn’t prepared to finish. Instead she used her time alone to quickly use the bathroom, splashing water on her face and brushing her teeth. When she stepped back into the bedroom, Del had already returned and sat on a folding chair with his feet stretched out in front of him.

Josie lowered herself onto the mattress and leaned against the pillows.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked, pointing at her untouched sandwich.

“In a bit. I’m not hungry right now, but I will be.”

He frowned. “Are you taking care of yourself the way you should? I know it’s none of my business, but I want you to answer the question, anyway.”

That made her smile. “I’m fine. I need to get back into physical therapy. My leg’s been hurting a lot and I’m tired more than I should be, so I probably need to get that checked out. But I’ve had so many surgeries that my body is in a constant state of repair.”

He popped open one of the cans of soda and took a drink. “Did your walk on Saturday help or hurt?”

She rubbed her leg. “I don’t know. It’s still sore. Recovery is a tricky process. Sometimes I feel as if I’m going backward more than forward.”

He nodded. “It was nice to see you at the park. I wish you’d stayed for the game.”

Josie opened her mouth, then closed it. She didn’t know what to say. Del had opened the blinds when he’d returned, and sunlight filled the room. Several rays caught the side of his head, making his dark hair gleam. She saw flashes of dark-red and auburn among the brown-black strands. Today he wore a navy T-shirt tucked into jeans. The soft cotton hugged his impressive muscles, emphasizing his broad shoulders and sculpted chest.

He was physically perfect. She’d never thought about it before, but of course it was true. She was intimately familiar with his body. She knew the elegant lines and hard contours.

He’d wanted her to stay for the game. She knew there was no way she could have done that. People would have stared and maybe even asked questions. Most of the time that didn’t bother her, but with Del nearby, she would have worried about what he was thinking. At times he seemed to forget there was something wrong with her. She didn’t need circumstances to remind him.

“I would have liked it, too,” she said cautiously. “But I wasn’t up to it…physically, I mean.”

“I understand.” He stared at her face. “If that’s all it is. I’d thought maybe it might be because of what I said about my ex-wife the night before.”