He placed the cup on the bed tray. “Hungry?”
“No.” A question formed in her eyes. “Should I be?”
She sounded nothing like the strong, independent woman he’d married. The vulnerability in her gaze and voice tugged at his heart, twisting him inside out. He wanted to hold her until she felt better and her uncertainty disappeared. But touching her, even out of compassion, wasn’t a smart idea. “Your appetite will return soon enough.”
“Maybe my appetite doesn’t want hospital food.”
That was more like his Sarah. Not his, he corrected. “Then your appetite is one smart cookie.”
She smiled.
He smiled back.
This conversation was going better than he’d imagined. Maybe the bump on her head had shaken some sense into Sarah. Not that it changed anything between them. “I’ll sneak in some decent food.”
“I should eat even if I don’t feel like it. I need to get back to the institute to look at data.”
Her words made him bristle. Sarah was a scientist, first and foremost. Studying volcanoes wasn’t a job for her, but a passion. The need to be where the action was happening was as natural an instinct as breathing to Sarah. Her work was for the greater good of science and mankind. If only she cared to put as much effort into her personal relationships.
Into him.
“Other scientists can analyze the data,” he said. “You need to recover first.”
“I’m the institute’s specialist. They need me. Those are my seismometers up there.”
“Yours?”
Her lips pursed, but not in the kiss-me-now way she had perfected. “A grant paid for them, but the data…Was the equipment damaged?”
“Tucker said the equipment was recovered. The data from the laptop is being analyzed.”
“Thank goodness.” She glanced around the room until her gaze landed on the door. “How soon until I can get out of here?”
He held up his hands, palms facing her. “Not so fast.”
“We may be able to use the data to figure out what’s going to happen on Baker. If we predict an eruption successfully, we can use the same process with other volcanoes and save lives.”
Her passion cascaded out. Cullen understood why she was so adamant about her work. He felt the same about his. But he had to play devil’s advocate, even if he wanted nothing more than to send her on her merry way to Bellingham. “A concussion is only one of your injuries.”
Sarah looked down at herself, as if finally realizing she was more than a talking head. Her eyes narrowed at the cast on her arm. “I can slog up Baker with a sling.”
As ridiculous as the image of her doing that was, he could see her attempting it. She would hurt herself more, given the pain medication she was on, if she even survived another fall. “How will you self-arrest if you slip? It’s hard enough to dig in an ice ax to stop yourself with two usable hands and arms.”
She moistened her lips and lifted her chin with a look of defiance. “I won’t need to stop myself if I don’t slip.”
A smile threatened to appear at her bravado. He pressed his lips together. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage her. “You suffered internal injuries, a collapsed lung, broken ribs and an arm fracture. Not to mention you’ve had two surgeries.”
“Surgeries?”
“You have a pin in your right arm, and you no longer have a spleen. Due to the trauma and bleeding, they had to remove it with an open procedure rather than using laparoscopic techniques.”
“Oh.” Sarah looked as if he’d told her she’d overslept her alarm, not had an internal organ removed through a four-inch incision. “You don’t really need a spleen, right?”
A groan of frustration welled up inside him. Why couldn’t she be one of those ivory-tower-type scientists who worked in a lab and never cared if they breathed fresh air or saw sunlight? Then again, he wouldn’t have been attracted to someone like that. “You can survive without one.”
“That’s a relief.” She touched her cast. “How soon before I can get back to the institute? Next week?”
Try four to six weeks, if everything went well with her recovery. Most likely six to eight with the surgery. But he reminded himself he wasn’t in charge of her medical care. “You’ll have to ask your doctor.”
Her gaze pinned him. “You’re a doctor.”
“I’m not your doctor.”
“You have to have some idea.”
Cullen had more than an idea. But he wasn’t here as a medical professional. He was here to support her, even if he wasn’t part of her life anymore.
He’d been surprised to find out he was her only emergency contact. She’d mentioned her parents to him once, saying they were no longer a part of her life. He supposed the blank line on the employment form had needed a name, any name. No one ever thought the person listed would be contacted. “More than a couple of weeks.”
She rubbed her lips together. “Guess I’d better talk to my doctor and find out.”
“Once you know—”
“You’ll go home,” she finished for him.
She wanted him out of her life. He would be happy to accommodate her. “Yes, but not until you’re out of the hospital.”
Leaving her alone until then wouldn’t be right.
“Thank you.” Her voice dropped to a mere whisper. “Thanks for being here. This had to have messed up your schedule.”
Sarah’s unexpected sincerity curled around his heart and squeezed tight, like a hug. He shifted his weight between his feet. “My schedule doesn’t matter.”
Her gaze met his with an intensity he knew well. She might look bruised and battered, even broken, but intelligence and strength shone in the depths of her eyes. Her eyes were what he’d noticed first about her when they’d met over morning coffee at a campfire. He wanted to look away, but couldn’t.
“Your schedule matters,” she countered. “It always has before.”
“I don’t want you to be alone.” That much was true. “You’re still my wife.”
Her face paled. “My fault. I’ve been so busy at the institute I never followed through on my end with the divorce. I’m sorry. I’ll have to get on that.”
After bringing up a divorce, she’d been too busy slogging up and down Mount Baker in the name of research to file the marriage-dissolution paperwork. He’d contacted an attorney. He rubbed the back of his neck. “No need.”
Her eyes widened. Her
