“As before?” The cop didn’t look happy at this news. “What does that mean?”
“Dani, don’t say anything else right now,” Shayne instructed. He turned to the cop. “You’ll need to wait until her doctor clears her before asking anything else.”
The cop’s jaw tightened but he nodded, then turned and left through the curtain, presumably to go get his clearance. Shayne let out a long breath and touched Dani’s face.
She caught his hand. “
Yeah. And he did not want to discuss the ease with which the word had rolled off his tongue. “Focus. Dead body?”
“You’re probably wondering what the hell, right?”
“Yes. What the hell?”
“I saw the dead body again.”
“So I heard.”
“In my office closet.” Lying back, she grimaced in pain. “Me and closets…”
“Okay.”
“I know. Sounds crazy.” She drew a shaky breath. “I thought so too, believe me.”
“So what happened to you?”
“I have no idea. I’m thinking my mom and her crazy relationships warped me more than I thought.”
“I meant your head, Dani. What happened to your head?”
“Oh.” She made a sound that might have been a laugh. “After I saw the body, I staggered backward, and then I think I tripped over someone.”
“Who?”
“Or thing. Maybe I tripped over something.” She put both hands to her head as if she could hold it in place. “I don’t know.”
“Was someone in the office with you? Besides the dead body?”
Dropping her hands, she looked at him, with mismatched pupils. “You believe me about the body, right?”
Truthfully, he had no freaking clue what he believed, but he believed
Dani closed her eyes. “I’m doing better at not moving.”
“We’ll fix you up, don’t worry. We’re waiting on the x-rays.”
“Maybe I can just hand my entire head over to you,” Dani said. “Then you can fix it and sew it back on.”
The nurse took the gown from Shayne’s hands. “Here. Let me help.”
“I’ve got it,” Dani insisted.
“That’s what you said a few minutes ago.”
“This time I mean it.” Dani reached up to unbutton her sweater. “Give me a minute.”
“A minute, that’s it. You’re going to need stitches.”
“Oh, goodie.”
“It’s okay,” Shayne said. “I’ll hold your hand.” He’d hold her hand?
The nurse gave him the once-over. “And you are?”
That’s what he would like to know. But whoever was in charge of his mouth just kept using it. “I’m with her.”
“No one’s allowed in here except-”
“Family,” Shayne said, taking a good look at the back of Dani’s head when the nurse turned her. His gut tightened. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s sweet, hon,” the nurse told him. “But the rules are-”
“I’m her husband.” Well look at him, throwing that word around like candy.
Dani stared at him. “You said it again.”
Yeah. Yeah, he had.
The nurse raised a brow at him. “Husband?” She turned to Dani. “Why didn’t you say you had a husband when I was charting you?”
“Uh, because I didn’t-”
“Newlyweds,” Shayne interrupted. “It’s new. To both of us.”
“New,” Dani repeated softly.
“Ah, that’s so sweet.” The nurse smiled. “How long have you been together?”
“Two days,” Dani murmured, eyes closing.
“Two days? Well, no wonder you forgot.”
“It’s one of those whirlwind things.” Shayne’s cell phone was vibrating. Pulling the phone out, he saw Michelle’s name and clicked it over to voice mail. He’d talked to her earlier, gently explaining-again-that they weren’t going to date. He realized that this being Michelle meant he was going to have to have that conversation several more times, but he’d deal with it later.
Soon as he dealt with his “wife.”
“Whirlwind,” Dani repeated, eyes still closed.
Okay, she was beginning to freak him out. “Is she okay?” he asked the nurse.
“How about you get your bride into her gown and I’ll be right back with the doc. We’ll see what we’re dealing with then.”
When she’d left, Dani let out a long breath. “Husband,” she murmured.
“Don’t even try to distract me.” Because she looked pale, and green to boot, he simply pulled her into his arms, where she proceeded to bleed all over his shirt.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t. Don’t even think about apologizing.”
She let out a shuddery sigh and closed her eyes.
“Dani?”
“Shh.”
“Dani, don’t go to sleep.”
“It’s that or throw up. Just want to nap for a minute, ’kay?”
“Not okay.” She was leaning against him in a trusting motion that had his heart in his throat. “
She didn’t answer.
This time his heart completely stopped. He’d been through a lot of injuries in his lifetime. At ten, he’d fallen from an attic window to the ground thirty feet below when one of his brothers shoved him out before he’d had a good grip on the rope swing. Then there’d been the variety of nasty injuries from basketball, snowboarding, wakeboarding…But this, this standing here next to someone he cared about when she was hurt was far worse. “
“Shh. She’s sleeping.”
Sagging in relief, he took the gown from her hands and reached for her sweater. “Stay with me.” There were a thousand tiny buttons down her front. He managed three before deciding he was never going to live through the others, so he tugged it up over her head.
“Hey.”
That her protest came about five seconds after the fact, and was so weakly uttered, terrified him. She was wearing a pale yellow bra with a daisy between her breasts. His fingers brushed those breasts but he was so worried about her that he didn’t even enjoy it.
Turned out her panties were also pale yellow, a pair of itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny string bikini bottoms with a daisy on each hip.
He tried like hell not to notice.
“Don’t even think about taking off my underwear,” Dani murmured. “I keep losing my underwear around you.” Her eyes were still closed, her lashes black inky smudges against her cheekbones. “I’m not getting naked.”
“Hate to tell you, babe, but you’re already half there.”
“Don’t argue with your new bride.”
He’d just pulled her arms through the gown when a guy in scrubs stepped through the curtain, holding a chart.
