“Mordred?” Arthur said. “Can it.”
“Thank you. But I really don’t want to go to the hospital,” Isabel said. “Thanks to you, I feel much better now.”
“I’m pretty sure Mary won’t allow you to walk away. Or James. They are the EMTs waiting to offer you a chauffeur-driven ambulance ride to County General.”
“Of course. Where are Gwen and Lance?”
He stopped. “How could you know these names, Isabel?”
Good question. “I had this dream. This really great dream.”
“I know the feeling. Gwen is likely at her shop.”
“Let me guess. A florist shop?”
“My God. This is becoming beyond weird.”
“And Lance?”
“And Lance is probably operating on a patient as we speak. Orthopedic surgeon.”
Isabel chuckled. “Of course. He was always really good with sharp objects.”
“Let’s go, King Arthur,” Mary called. “The woman needs treatment.”
“King Arthur?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “A very stupid name they gave me years ago when I was named chief of the fire department. They think it’s funny. I find it a little irritating. But just try to stop them. I’m telling you, I have no idea when I lost control of my people.”
Isabel grinned. “I’ve always felt that the sign of a good leader is when the people who work for him feel comfortable teasing him.”
He shook his head. “This is so strange. You said something close to that to me in my dream once.”
“Strange in a really cool way, though, don’t you think, Father? It’s like fate.”
“This is going to sound like a bad pick-up line, Isabel, but I’m going to say it regardless.”
“Say it.”
“Have we met?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
She grinned. “It appears we have,” she said.
“I would really like to meet again so we can figure out how we know each other. As soon as you’re better, maybe dinner?” Then he shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m even asking. Trust me, I don’t make a habit of asking women I rescue to go out with me.”
“Good. Then I’m the lucky one. But a question first.”
“All right.”
“How do you feel about picked eel?”
He frowned. “I’ve never heard of it. But it sounds disgusting.”
“Excellent answer. Dinner it is.”
“Is she the woman of your dreams, Father?” Mordred asked.
He looked down at her. “She could very well be, son. Although I don’t remember the woman in my dreams ever being quite this wet. Somehat wet once, but not this wet. Tell me, Isabel, do you believe in fate?”
“Oh, most definitely,” she answered, then realizing that that little dunk in the lake took more out of her than she’d thought, she laid her head against his chest.
But sadly, she got no answer.
Arthur laid her down on the ambulance gurney.
Standing on either side of it were Mary and James, and Isabel nearly started crying with happiness. “Boy, am I glad to see you guys.”
“Now that’s something we don’t hear every day, is it, James?” Mary said as she laid a blanket over her patient.
“Sure isn’t.”
“What’s your name, ma’am?” Mary asked, peering at her closely.
“Her name is Isabel,” Arthur said.
Both Mary and James went still. “Isabel? As in the name of the woman you keep dreaming about?” Mary asked, looking at her even more intently.
It became abundantly clear that Arthur had been bothered by these dreams enough that he’d described them in some detail to his closest friends.
“We’re going to try to figure that out. I’m riding in back with her.”
“Honestly, I don’t need to go to the hospital.”
“Amuse us,” James said.
They lifted her up and into the ambulance, and then Mary climbed up and locked the gurney into place.
“How are you at hair, Mary?” Isabel asked.
Mary stared down at her and then burst out laughing. “How did you know?”
“Just a hunch.”
“Pretty good. I cut the hair of all of these doofuses. Why, would you like me to cut yours someday?”
“I would love it.”
Mary nodded. “I think I’d like that. A lot.”
She performed all kinds of vitals checking, then listened to Isabel’s lungs. “How do you feel?”
“Tired, but strangely, really, really happy.”
“Cheating death has a way of making people feel that way. You were damn lucky Arthur just happened to be driving by and saw you take the header.”
“Lucky, yes.”
“Or maybe, just maybe, it was something else,” Mary speculated. “Arthur has been having these premonitions for a couple of months now. Well, he called them dreams, but . . . who knows?”
“How’s our patient?” Arthur asked, climbing in and sitting on the bench.
“Lungs surprisingly clear, heart rate slightly elevated, but you tend to have that effect on damsels in distress.” She opened a cabinet above her head and pulled out a blanket, tossing it to him. “She definitely needs to be checked out at the hospital, but I would bet she’ll be released within an hour.”
She climbed down from the back of the ambulance. “Not exactly protocol, but I see no reason not to ride up front with James. I think she’s in good hands.”
“Thanks, Mary,” Arthur said.
Mary winked and slammed the doors.
Arthur waited a second, then smiled down at Isabel, that heartpoundingly handsome smile that she had fallen for so long ago.
He took her hand. “Seriously, how do you feel?”
“Surprisingly wonderful.”
“You look surprisingly wonderful.”
“I’m sure I look like a drowned rat.” She glanced away, then back. “Thank you, Arthur, for saving my life.”
“Thank you for surviving.” He shook his head, but his gaze never wavered from hers. “Have you ever just looked at someone and you knew, somehow, you just knew?”
She didn’t even need to ask, “Knew what?” She nodded. “Yes, I have. Once, a very long time ago. And then again today, when I opened my eyes on the banks of Grand Lake.”
“I know it sounds crazy, Isabel, but my son was not exaggerating. I have had so many dreams about you,
