who was starting to feel every inch of his abused condition. His shoulder ached and so did his leg. He should go. But he couldn’t stop wondering about her. She looked so helpless.
“I’d better go before they toss me out. If I get a chance, maybe I’ll stop by again later on. If not, good luck, Beauty. I’m glad to know you’re going to be all right.”
He bent over stiffly and lightly kissed her forehead.
Her eyes flew open. Flynn took a step back, startled by the intensity and unusual color of the silvery blue eyes. They stared at him without comprehension.
“Hi there. Welcome back. I’m Flynn O’Shay. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re in the hospital.”
With a flash of fear that bordered on terror, the eyes snapped closed again.
“I’ll get the nurse for you.”
There was no response, but he felt sure she’d heard him. She wasn’t sleeping now. Flynn moved past the other beds and went to the door to peer down the hall. There wasn’t a nurse or a doctor in sight. A great deal of commotion was coming from a room at the far end of the hall.
That would be the code blue. He went to the nurse’s station to wait. It was several minutes before a nurse appeared, blinking back tears.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yes.” She wiped at her face quickly. “May I help you?”
“Your patient didn’t make it, huh?”
For a minute, he thought her professional persona would keep her from responding, but she finally shook her head. “No. She’s been here for weeks now and she’s such a sweet old lady. How can I help you?”
“I thought you ought to know your Jane Doe woke up. The one from the fire? She looked pretty spooked so I told her I’d get a nurse.”
She took in his stained clothing and nodded. “Thank you. I’ll see to her.”
She hurried away before he could say anything more. Flynn felt surprisingly reluctant to leave, but his muscles were protesting and he desperately needed a shower and something to eat before he fell asleep on his feet.
Going to the elevator, he pressed Down before he remembered he needed to call Murray to come pick him up. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to use his cell phone inside the hospital, but Flynn placed a quick call to him. Murray didn’t answer. Hesitating, he decided he’d better call his mother and get that over with before he tried Murray again.
His mother’s relief at hearing his voice told him he’d made the right choice. She offered to come get him, of course, but he assured her he was fine and had arranged a ride. After promising twice to come by and see her later, he was finally able to hang up and step on the elevator that had already come and gone twice while he stood there.
“Mr. O’Shay! Wait!”
Surprised, he looked up to see the nurse running toward him. His gut gave a twist at her expression. He found himself limping quickly to meet her halfway.
“What’s wrong?”
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Sleeping Beauty.”
The twist tightened. “Isn’t she in her bed?”
“No! She’s gone!”
Chapter Two
The doorbell rang. It wasn’t the first time, either. Flynn had heard it several times without waking completely, but this time someone followed the ring with a rapping hard enough to bring him to full consciousness. One eye slit open. The pounding continued. His sleep-drugged mind forced both lids apart. Where was he?
His living room, bathed in shadows, came blearily into focus. Flynn swore and tried to sit up. Pain shot through his shoulder and down his leg. He’d fallen asleep on the couch when he’d meant only to sit down for a couple of minutes.
Groaning, he made it to his feet and limped to the door. He remembered turning off his phones after Murray and Arlene dropped him at the house, but things got a little vague after that. He must have grabbed a banana from the kitchen counter, intending to sit for a minute and eat it and then take a shower. The peel and half the banana were now on the floor next to his shoes. He didn’t remember kicking them off, either.
Flynn muttered under his breath and reached for the door handle. A Channel Three newsvan was parked out front. A reporter and cameraman were walking away.
He shut the door quickly, hoping they hadn’t seen him. The media was the main reason he’d turned off his phones in the first place. Well, them and his well-meaning family. He’d been too tired to talk with anyone when he finally got home.
He reeked of smoke and stale sweat and his stomach rumbled in warning. Other than half a banana, he hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and not all that much then because they’d gotten one call after another.
“Shower first.”
Maybe water would wake him the rest of the way. He wasn’t usually a sound sleeper. Being a fireman meant moving alertly the minute the alarm sounded. But with one thing and another it had been a hard shift yesterday and this morning.
He peeled out of his dirty clothes as he started down the hall. Man, he was stiff and sore. It took several minutes of standing under the hot water before he started to feel almost human again.
His stomach rumbled.
“Right. I got the message.”
The bruise on his shoulder was badly discolored. He had a series of other bruises he hadn’t even known were there. The scrape on his leg where he’d gone through the porch roof looked particularly nasty and the bruise on his hip was trying to outdo the one on his shoulder. He hadn’t come off that fall nearly as well as he’d originally thought.
Then again, he was alive and he hadn’t landed on his back on the tank. That could have done some real damage.
Running a hand over his prickly jaw he knew he needed a shave, but his stomach protested that could wait. A quick swish of mouthwash took care of the day-old-sock taste in his mouth and he padded naked into the bedroom in search of fresh clothing.
The doorbell rang again. Flynn swore. While tempted to ignore it, there was always the possibility it was one of his family or someone from the department. If it proved to be another reporter, he’d send them on their way.
Stepping into a pair of jeans, he tugged up the zipper as he headed for the front door, trying not to favor his bad leg.
“Chill already. I’m coming.” He flung the door wide.
“Go away,” was already on his lips when he found himself drowning in an unexpected pair of silvery blue eyes.
“You!”
Sleeping Beauty was awake and standing on his doorstep.
WHITNEY
