kids. I’m counting on it,” Tori said with a laugh. “How else will I have nieces or nephews?”
“I don’t know. I was in California for three years, and I never met anyone I was interested in.”
“Not even on your last day?” Tori asked.
Jessica stared at her sister. “What are you talking about? Oh, you mean Steve?” She stared at the brown-haired man who had fallen asleep again. She avoided her sister’s eyes. “I don’t know. Besides, it wouldn’t do me any good. I don’t live in L.A. anymore.”
Tori raised her eyebrows, but she didn’t say anything else.
Jessica just smiled and changed the subject as they moved back into the living room. When Tori left for work, Jessica returned to the bedroom.
Once again she tried to rouse Steve and get him to drink more of the chocolate malt. He actually opened his eyes this time, though it was more of a flutter. From what she could see, they were the same color as the malt, a rich chocolate brown.
She couldn’t resist the opportunity to talk to him. “Steve, is your last name Carter?”
“Yeah.” His eyes closed again, but he mumbled something she couldn’t decipher.
She wanted to question him, but there was another knock on the door.
This time she definitely checked and was greatly relieved to find her mother there. “Come in, Mom. I’m glad to see you.”
“I hope I’m not keeping you from sleep,” Anna said, carefully studying her daughter’s face.
“No, I slept about six hours. I may take another nap later, but I’m fine for now.”
“And how is our patient?”
“We woke him up and he drank some of a chocolate malt, but he didn’t really eat anything. Will that help him?”
“It won’t hurt him,” Anna said with a smile.
The beeper on his drip sounded. “I’ll change it since I’m here,” Anna said. “I can check his wound, too.”
The two women adjourned to the bedroom. While they were working on the patient, another knock sounded on the door.
“Is that Dad?” Jessica asked.
“No, he had some work he needed to do. Has Mike been here?”
“Yes, when Tori came with my lunch.”
“Then who could it be? Make sure you look before you unlock the door.”
Her mother didn’t need to warn her.
She couldn’t get a good look at the person, but she could tell it was a man. Before she had a chance to study him, a booming voice sounded through the door.
“Open this door. I know you’re in there.”
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