cheeks. “Ulysses was with me inside the house and I don’t know...” More coughing interrupted her as she buried her face in her hands.
The nurse gently patted her shoulder. “Okay. Wait right here. I’ll go find out what I can.”
The weight of her anticipated loss was so burdensome, Jamie Lynn wondered how she could bear it. Poor little Ulysses. She drew up her legs, clasped them in front of her and rested her forehead on her skinned knees. Aunt Tessie had warned her against stirring up the past, but she hadn’t listened. And now her stubbornness and curiosity had cost her the life of her very best friend.
More bits of fractured memory began to drift into place and fit together. She recalled being lifted and carried from the burning house. At the time she’d tried to resist, but whoever had rescued her had continued to treat her gently. He had delivered his own air to her burning lungs and forced her to breathe again. Whoever it had been deserved her lifelong gratitude.
Jamie didn’t know how long she’d sat there, lost in thought. It must have been a long time because when her nurse reappeared she was carrying the purse from the truck.
“You found my things!”
“Sure did. All of them.”
As the nurse stepped aside another figure came into view; a well-built man about six feet tall. He seemed familiar. Had she looked into those warm brown eyes before?
“This is my friend Shane,” the nurse told Jamie. “He’s the guy who saved you.”
New moisture bathed Jamie’s reddened, smarting eyes. She didn’t try to hide it. This man was her hero and she wanted him to know how grateful she was.
As he stepped closer, she reached out. He clasped her hand, their gazes locking, their connection evident.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she whispered hoarsely.
“No thanks necessary. I’m just glad the good Lord led me to be there when I was needed.”
“I wish my little dog had been rescued, too.”
The grin that instantly illuminated his handsome face gave her new hope. Her eyes widened. Her grip on his hand tightened. “You found him?”
Shane nodded. “Yes.
“He’s okay? I mean, he wasn’t burned?”
“That long hair got singed and he was more gray than white, but the vet says that’s basically all. They’ll take care of him until you can pick him up.”
Elated beyond her most fantastic dreams, Jamie Lynn swung her feet off the side of the exam table, threw her arms around her rescuer and hugged him as tightly as she could. Several seconds passed before she felt the answering pressure of his broad hand patting her back.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She leaned away to look into his eyes again. “I don’t know how I can ever pay you back, but I promise to try.”
He eased away and looked as if he might be blushing.
“I meant, maybe I can treat you to a nice dinner out once they spring me from this place,” she explained. “And your family, of course. The more the merrier.”
“It’s just me and my son, Kyle,” Shane said. “We’d love to go out to eat with you. If you’re well enough, how about this Sunday after church?”
“Well, I... I mean I don’t usually go to church. I used to when I was little but...”
He raked his fingers through his wavy, light brown hair. “No sweat. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
Jamie was about to reply when he handed her a business card.
“I have your truck. Take this so you’ll know how to reach me when you’re ready. Are you planning to be in Serenity long?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, continuing to smile. “I’ve rented a room at the motel.”
“Great. When the doctors release you, the sheriff or I can give you a lift. He’ll need to take your statement, too.”
“I can’t imagine what I might be able to tell him that he doesn’t already know.” She sobered. “Has he tracked down the arsonists yet?”
“I don’t think so. But he will. We both grew up here, so we know everybody in Serenity.”
It was then that Jamie Lynn glanced down at the card he’d given her. His last name was Colton?
She repeated it aloud. “Colton? Any relation to the man who used to be sheriff?” she asked, wondering if her voice would have sounded so shaky without the throat irritation.
“Yeah. Sam was my dad. He was quite a guy.”
He sure was, Jamie thought, clenching her jaw and wondering what strange quirk of nature had put her in such an untenable position.
She now owed her very life to a man whose family had destroyed hers, one lie at a time.
Shane brought his personal pickup to a stop under the hospital’s front portico and let it idle while he stepped inside. As Harlan had promised, the woman he’d rescued the day before was waiting. When she glanced up and saw him, she was clearly surprised. And not terribly pleased.
“I thought the sheriff was coming to pick me up.”
“He was.” Puzzled, Shane ventured a smile. “He got another call and asked me to stand in for him. I’m a volunteer. Hope that’s okay.”
“Oh.” She got to her feet, shouldered her purse and reached for a small plastic bag.
“Let me get that for you.”
“I can handle it. It’s just laundry.” Although her words sounded brusque, she did add, “Thanks.”
“So that’s why you’re dressed in scrubs.”
“Yes.”
Shane lost his chance to hold the lobby door for her because it was automated, so he hurried to his pickup to open the passenger side.
As soon as she was settled, he smiled again. “I thought we’d stop at the vet and get Useless before I took you to your motel.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What did you call him?”
“Useless. That’s his name, isn’t it?” He chuckled briefly. “I must say, it fits.”
“His name is Ulysses,” Jamie Lynn told him flatly.
That sounded so funny in contrast to what he’d been told, he laughed again. “If you say so, ma’am.”
“I certainly do.”
“Okeydokey.
